(Maybe Heaven Is A) Warm Bed

Black coffee
Melatonin
I can't shake that feeling that i am always floating along
All nighter
Nine hours
Nothing seems to work I have been tired since the day that I was born
Nineteen years of this battle and I have yet to win

I guess I'll get some sleep when I'm dead, maybe heaven is a warm bed
I guess I'll get some sleep when I'm dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Tired, tired
My body is tired of aching
Tired, tired
My hands they are tired of shaking

Meditate, read a book, try to pray
Listen to rainfall, drink insomnia away
Sleep all night
Sleep all day

Lying in bed all day
Forcing myself to go out
No matter what I do it doesn't seem to be much help
Soft music
Hot showers
I try to fall asleep but I just lie awake for hours
Oh god let me sleep, I'll do anything

Sometimes it feels like
I've tried everything
Hopped up on vitamins that don't seem to do anything
Go to the doctor
Get told to sleep more
What do you think I came here for



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Writer(s): Baily Smith
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