Counting Sheep - Lower Than Atlantis

I’m sorry for feeling sorry for myself

Feeling helpless could be helpful with a little help

Hopelessly hopeful that my dreams will come true

It’s hard to focus when it’s only daydreaming I do

I’d be thoughtfully thoughtless if I thought it would work

But I’ve been working on my thought process, now my brain hurts

In bed, wide eyed, awake

I pray to God, if he exists, my mind he’ll take

Never any sleep between these sheets

But I’ve been counting sheep for weeks

Inside my head when I’m in bed

Maybe I’ll sleep when I’m dead

Fighting the night by writing

Lyrics describing

The act of sleep depriving

Fighting the night by writing

Lyrics describing

The act of sleep depriving

I’ll go insane if I don’t get some rest

Why am I emotional when I am motionless?

Lately it’s been getting later 'till I drift away

But I know 40 winks later I’ll be fast awake

Getting bored of bordering the state of consciousness

I’m half asleep the whole time, three quarters at best

Down I lie to try and get myself some shut eye

To no surprise I find my eyelids are avoiding my eyes, I’m tired

Never any sleep between these sheets

But I’ve been counting sheep for weeks

Inside my head when I’m in bed

Maybe I’ll sleep when I’m dead

Fighting the night by writing

Lyrics describing

The act of sleep depriving

Fighting the night by writing

Lyrics describing

The act of sleep depriving

Fighting the night by writing

Lyrics describing

The act of sleep depriving

Fighting the night by writing

Lyrics describing

The act of sleep depriving