Soul Coughing Sleepless
(M. Doughty) 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.
