There’s not a cloud in the sky
But it sounds like rain
Oh, I know it’s only traffic
But, is it a crime to just pretend sometimes?
Dr. Sandman slipped a bit of something into my coffee
I can’t seem to sleep right
Oh, but is it blue yet?
I don’t want to open the blinds
It’s six again, but which kind?
They both still look alike
Sometimes the wrong side of the bed
Is just a bit duskier than you’d expect
Oh, I’d paint it blue
But, well, my paint’s not quite right
A little white noise wouldn’t hurt a thing
But that’s just the problem
Silence gives me too much time to think
Now, if only time could be a bit more silent
Oh, well, now scratch the blue
It’s all turning pink somehow
And then this white is such a jarring hue
I can’t blink quite right
Not with this palette
Not a single wink
Seven in nine
It gets even longer every time
But it’s always catching up
I can never find the end before it finds me
Chasing tails
Playing tag
Child’s play
