I’m having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by and still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own here we go My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry my face is numb Folk tappers balding in my room On my own here we go My mind is set on over-drive The clock is laughing in my face The crooked spine my fence is dull As step by on delirium On my own here we go My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry my face is numb Folk tappers balding in my room On my own here we go |