Ukulele Boy

Ukulele Boy, bring me the gift of sleep
Upon me, do my monsters creep
Into my ears, making a home in my brain
Feeding on tears and dwelling upon pain
Making use of the thoughts I have stored away
When it is peaceful and quiet, my demons will play
They take my emotions, and pull on the strings
Tie them around the angels, so they can't use their wings
And upon this night, I wish one great favor
A wish that it's payoff I will forever savor
Please, bring me, the gift of sleep
So that I may rest, and no longer weep