insomniac

i'm on the sleeping pills again.

you keep telling me i don't need them
and maybe i wouldn't if you were here
but you're not
and i do

(not dreaming is better than dreaming of you
when i know you'll be gone in the morning)

you still insist

i lay awake until 4am
counting sheep
and wishing i was strong

(things are never more beautiful
than at 4am
when the world is all a dream)