Sad, simple pop song.
Staring at the ceiling, I start to turn over again,
Looking for a comfortable spot on this bed.
Staring at the shadows you cast and the doubt that your throw
Over every last thought in my head.
Counting sheep just leads to counting my unfinished business-
Half a glass of Tanqueray
Kinda makes me want to close my eyes but it don't take me
Far away. Far away, baby, far away.
When I hear the neighborhood kids in the park cross the street,
Well, it's really hard to put out of my mind.
When I hear the neighbors upstairs rearranging their furniture
How am I supposed to unwind?
Relaxation tape makes one more noise to join the madness;
Crashing waves, oh, wash away
Bitter pills to take and break this overwhelming sadness
Any day now. Anyday, hurry, any day.
Bad dreams
Seem to whisper me their invitations
I can't hear what they say.
Did you know that I
Had dreams
Long ago that things would be alright,
But I don't think they're gonna be okay.
Every other night,
It seems
There's a chance to start this whole thing over;
Instead, deja vu.
Bad dreams
May be unattractive-
They ain't half as
Bad as one more sleepless night with you.
No, they ain't
Half as bad as one more night with you.