White bed sheets laid in an abstract manner
A single stain of bittersweet coffee
Bloodshot eyes hold up a protest banner
Thoughts are muddled like freshly chewed toffee
The street lamp mocks me with its bright flickers
It imitates sleep's rapid eye movement
With closed eyelids I see my veins jitter
Outside my window, the moon is lucent
The four o'clock flowers bloomed before me
I toss and turn along with the tick-tock
Grandfather clock reads a bedtime story
But my pillow feels like a cinder block
I'm devoured by Night's ivory black
Pried eyes, for I am an insomniac
White bed sheets laid in an abstract manner
A single stain of bittersweet coffee
Bloodshot eyes hold up a protest banner
Thoughts are muddled like freshly chewed toffee
The street lamp mocks me with its bright flickers
It imitates sleep's rapid eye movement
With closed eyelids I see my veins jitter
Outside my window, the moon is lucent
The four o'clock flowers bloomed before me
I toss and turn along with the tick-tock
Grandfather clock reads a bedtime story
But my pillow feels like a cinder block
I'm devoured by Night's ivory black
Pried eyes, for I am an insomniac
White bed sheets laid in an abstract manner
A single stain of bittersweet coffee
Bloodshot eyes hold up a protest banner
Thoughts are muddled like freshly chewed toffee
The street lamp mocks me with its bright flickers
It imitates sleep's rapid eye movement
With closed eyelids I see my veins jitter
Outside my window, the moon is lucent
The four o'clock flowers bloomed before me
I toss and turn along with the tick-tock
Grandfather clock reads a bedtime story
But my pillow feels like a cinder block
I'm devoured by Night's ivory black
Pried eyes, for I am an insomniac