The clock’s a liar it tells no truth

Hands spinning circles stealing my youth

Eyes wide open while the world goes dark

Counting sheep feels like a cruel remark

Blanket heavy mind’s too loud

Chasing whispers through the cloud

I’m running on empty on fumes and regret

A pillow of chaos a bed I forget

Restless shadows dance in my head

Dreams won’t come till I’m half past dead

Streetlights hum like a broken hymn

Walls breathe secrets the room feels thin

I’ve lost the map to where dreams reside

Floating nowhere on insomnia’s tide

Oh I’d trade the stars for silence

Barter the moon for sleep

But the night keeps asking questions

And I’ve got promises to keep

I’m running on empty on fumes and regret

A pillow of chaos a bed I forget

Restless shadows dance in my head

Dreams won’t come till I’m half past dead