I'm counting the threads of dust on the ceiling
Fidget with my cushion 'cos it's not really comfy
Toss and turn into every corner
Looking for a place to find rest
There's springs inside my eye lids
I squint, they spring open again
My head believes it's a ghostbuster
Points its Geiger counter towards me
Clock strikes one, then four, then seven
Light has driven the darkness away
I'm tracing the little hand, from tick to tock
Thoughts stacking up like Tetris
Can't sort them anymore
My worries don't care about the time
Brats heckling inside of me
I know everything's gonna be alright
Life's like a bowling alley
Can't stop wiping my eyes
Hear the alarm clocks set off next door
Clock strikes one, then four, then seven
Light has driven the darkness away
I'm tracing the little hand, from tick to tock
Everything's gonna be alright
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep