Sleep Betrays

They say that sleep wants me, but I wont give into such games

Having been betrayed by him before, it makes me loathe him more

I am doing everything against the quack’s claims;

You will always be my rocker, as long as I will always be your failure

I just want to be with you tonight, but I do not mean to overexcite

I will always feel like his nutsy jailer;

Oh how I have got you in, seeing nothing of mine

These clothes and hair, are having their own love affair

They are worth less than your own line;