It's 4 AM and your eyes are open wide

You try to fall asleep, but you can’t the more you try

Your eyes are locked in place, and you're fighting with your mind

I'll be a bad night’s rest for you

You're being buried alive and the dirt is made of cloth

Pajamas are a straitjacket, this pillow's made of rock

You twist and turn and jerk around and try to find the spot

I'll be a bad night's rest for you

Everybody's telling you goodnight

The hourglass' sand won't pass and the bedbugs will bite

Everything’s a blur, don’t know what's what anymore

Living out real life is such a bore

The television’s screen is burning in your hеad

You don't give a fuck what celebritiеs are dead

The sheets are itching you and there's daggers in your bed

I'll be a bad night’s rest for you

Everybody's telling you goodnight

The hourglass's sand won't pass and the bedbugs will bite

Everything's a blur, don't know what's what anymore

Living out real life is such a bore

Now it's 6 AM and your eyes are red and drained

The sun makes a slinking entrance in your window pane

There's a loud screech which means it's time to face the day

I've been a bad night's rest... for you

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