Flying through the clouds,
Used to be a nightly passion,
And now the only passion I get from the bed,
Is sex as the slumber never sneaks up on me.
I'm sick of lying with these pills,
Trying to catch a moment,
Where I can dream,
Or at least close these shattering eyes.
When the lights get blind,
I drift away,
Praying for the better day,
But it hasn't come just yet...
I think it might come... but not just yet...
So stay awake with me...
Please.
Because this pillow,
And these pills,
Are getting kinda lonely.