when i feel troubled or melancholy
i couldn't sleep at night
lonesome, loss and all those sad feelings
like giant waves start hitting in
maybe it's the noisy neighbor
it may also be the tap with a broken washer
surely it's the second tickings of the ol' wind-up clock
some of the things that i blame for that sleepless night
with a queen size bed
offering too much space
untouched and empty
define how the heart spells
spoon sleep with me cuddled inside
tingle my shoulder till i fall asleep..
reality starts sipping in now
a single bed is more suitable for me.