Behind these closed up eyes
I thought the nap would help
3am and I still feel frail
Stare at the ceiling and think
The alarm says it can't wait
For the man who can't stay awake
Sounds fun until it's you
But this is all you'll do
The weekend comes to an end
Three days and still no fruit
Chores on chores with chores
Collapsed and took my voice
One of the Sandman's toys