It's 3:47 when I can't wake up. My nights have consumed me but my eyes seem wide awake. A second never passes if the clock never ticks. Stuck in time I drift away.
I gaze upon these dials. I wait for them to move forward but they never do. I'm seemingly trapped inside this moment forever. It seems like a bad dream that never stops haunting me to sleep.
I bargain off my bed. I'll roll through covers and sheets Just to have one more night full of sleep. I'm waiting through my vacant house While I'm singing myself a dream to sleep.