Broke City Insomnia
So here we go the rounds again
Holding my breath, I'm counting one to ten
False witnesses sport their sickness
They don't care, don't mind their business
Don't let them change your mind
I'll keep my anger to myself
Don't save your social life for someone else
I'm reading headlines on the ceiling
On couches following a dream
What if this don't mean anything?
Sometimes the dirty work just keeps us breathing
I've said that there's no answer
Still getting nowhere faster
I won't let them change my mind
It's all in here
Insomnia
