1 AM
Eyes open
Watching the ceiling again
This damn machine
I'm fighting for every breath
I take
3 AM
I'm not a big fan of medication
The pain in my chest
And my need to sleep calls for an exception
Palpitations and sleep apnea here again
Afraid to fall asleep
Worried sick that I may not be waking up
Is enough to get cold feet
Yeah
So help me please I'm in crisis
This drum solo is incessant
Two days and nights without any sleep
One more and I'm going to lose it
The doctor speech is spewed
It's the same old news
He said there's nothing wrong with me
My shrink said it's anxiety
I'm the most mellow guy I know
Cool and always in control
Stress was somehow eating me
And I had no clue
Palpitations and sleep apnea here again
Afraid to fall asleep
Self inflicted insomnia suits me well
But will never save me