Brainstew

14-10-2007

Im having trouble trying to sleep
Im counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go

My eyes feel like theyre gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go

My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go

Green Day