Texty: Four Fingers. Good Luck With The Surgery. Insomnolent Memoria.

Forgetting how to sleep, FUCK I?VE DONE IT AGAIN!
Restlessly struggling doing as much as I can
Pills are fucking stupid and counting sheep?s out
This inability to sleep is stressing me out

Forgetting how to sleep, WILL THIS EVER FUCKING END?
Dreams haunting me keep me awake
Living all the words last sung by Blake
Memories of yesterday keep me awake

You say ?Don?t thank me,? but you know I will
You showed me something I only dreamed to ever feel
And maybe one day I?ll feel again, but the taste leaves a sting that proves it true
And not some wishful dream, yeah not some fucking dream from which I bleed.

I?m still connected, it?s all too real
Every ounce of hurt just know I?ll steal
You?ll never have to ask in fact you?ll never even know
And I?m okay with that.