(M Doughty)
I got the will to drive myself sleepless
So much time is cashed
So much smoke is wasted
Sudden disappearance
In the air is thick and cool
I can't approach myself
Skidding over this perdition
And now I'm out on the verandah
When I should have gone to school
Well I call for sleep,
But sleep it won't come to me
Shuffling in the hallway,
I can hear him on the stairs
I hear his lighter flicking
I hear the soft sigh of his inhale
And the whole width of my intentions
He exhales into the air
I got the will to drive myself sleepless
Skeedunt, stunt the runt,
Smoking buddha blunt
I got the will to drive myself sleepless