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The clock has struck three thirty
I’ve officially been up for an hour
The pillow looks enticing
And my mouth is parched and sour
But I can’t go back to sleep
In thoughts, like hushed mice, creep
Three miles, straight ahead,
You’re sleeping snug and tight
Relishing in dreams in which
Your fantasies take flight
You’re warm and safe in bed
And I wish I were you instead
Three hundred miles north,
You’re probably tucked in nice
Thoughts flicker through your mind
Like a candle flame on ice
And they’re probably in your head
And I wish I were them instead
Three thousand miles west,
You’re perpetually awake
You’re thoughts buzzing so loudly
That your skull begins to ache
And you stare at the empty half of your bed
And god, I wish I were there instead.
I’ve officially been up for an hour
The pillow looks enticing
And my mouth is parched and sour
But I can’t go back to sleep
In thoughts, like hushed mice, creep
Three miles, straight ahead,
You’re sleeping snug and tight
Relishing in dreams in which
Your fantasies take flight
You’re warm and safe in bed
And I wish I were you instead
Three hundred miles north,
You’re probably tucked in nice
Thoughts flicker through your mind
Like a candle flame on ice
And they’re probably in your head
And I wish I were them instead
Three thousand miles west,
You’re perpetually awake
You’re thoughts buzzing so loudly
That your skull begins to ache
And you stare at the empty half of your bed
And god, I wish I were there instead.
you're eyes are closed, but mine are wide awake
my mind wanders come three:thirty
my mind wanders come three:thirty
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I don't usually have trouble sleeping, but I often don't get enough because I'm a nightowl. And it's tough getting up at 6am five days a week.