Got tired of life and went to bed
So early I woke up three hours in
Tossing and turning as if to prove
My body needs much less sleep than my heart.
Well, I tried to shut off my mind
Then tried to count my blessings
Then tried to manufacture a wet dream
‘Cause sex is a stimulating depressant.
Although when I’m stimulated and depressed simultaneously
I tend to crash and burn
Like when I was ten years old
Eating three scoops of ice cream after a bad day at school.
Suffice it to say I arrived
At a variety of subconscious destinations
Ranging from kinky to cozy to catastrophic
‘Til the dawn put them in perspective.
Tonight might be more of the same
Unless my heart catches up with my body
And endures a few more stretches of cognizant confusion
Before turning off the light.
