Insomnia

  The sun is piercing through the clouds so the moon has finished setting,
I don't like the light and the fact that it's changing.
Now I wish I could go home now, because I want to get to sleeping.

The stars aren't on my side because their light keeps bleeding.
So please can we block the windows because I keep squinting.

I thought the darkness of my eyelids was supposed to suppress the sunlight,
I thought it'd be easy to stay up all night, but now that I'm fading I know it wasn't right.
But now that the sun has risen, my eyes are screaming, begging for night.

My head is splitting and my feet are sore and my being in my skin just doesn't feel right.
I don't like the thought, the thought of not sleeping. I don't like being so uptight.

So please can we go home, I need to get some slumber.
I don't like staying up, I don't like going under.
I don't like hearing the trees whistle in the summer,

because the thought of staying up 'til dawn is a bummer.
And now my head is splitting, and the sun's brightness is making me hurt harder.