I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
|
|
So much time is cashed.
|
So much smoke is wasted.
|
Sudden disappearance
|
In the air is thick and cool.
|
I can't approach myself
|
Skidding over this perdition
|
And now I'm out on the verandah
|
When I should have gone to school.
|
|
Well I call for sleep,
|
But sleep it won't come to me.
|
Shuffling in the hallway,
|
I can hear him on the stairs.
|
I hear his lighter flicking.
|
I hear the soft sigh of his inhale.
|
And the whole width of my intentions
|
He exhales into the air.
|
|
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
|
|
Skeedunt, stunt the runt,
|
Smoking buddha blunt.
|
|
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
|
|
-----------------
|
Sleepless
|
| Soul Coughing |
