A Sleepless Friday Night...

It's a lonely friday night,

Half the world's awake, I'm half asleep,

The city lights are mirroring the stars up in the sky,

While I sit and dream of all the things I will someday be.

The ac's on, and the cold's findin' it's way into my bones,

And I have the strangest feelin' in my gut,

Everybody else is fuckin' and I'm here like a bastard all alone,

Would go out, but the nightlife here just doesn't make the cut.

Nothin' but good old me and an agonizin' cigarette,

Gonna smoke the night away and take me back to bed,

And listen as the ac softly sings me to sleep,

One more night crippled by the fact that I'm in no one's head.

Tossin' and turnin' all night long,

This hard bed might as well be made of stone,

The same old questions roamin' 'round in my mind,

If there's a god, then tomorrow I'll be outta time.

Nothin' but good old me and an agonizin' cigarette,

Gonna smoke the night away and take me back to bed,

And listen as the ac softly sings me to sleep,

One more night crippled by the fact that I'm not in her head.

Nothin' but good old me and an agonizin' cigarette,

Gonna smoke the night away and take me back to bed,

And listen as the ac softly sings me to sleep,

One more night crippled by the fact that I'm not in your head.