hey
insomnia
hey
insomnia
i write you letters
o return address
i wanna talk to you and read my poetry
you want to read it to this?
i'll take it literally
when i say my insides' twisted, i'm not talking about intestines
i wanna touch you with my poetry
i wanna touch you physically
hey
insomnia
hey
insomnia
we could make out right here
or maybe on the street
i do not care who sees
it makes for good loss of sleep
i wanna touch you with my poetry
i wanna touch you physically
i wanna touch you with my poetry
i wanna touch you physically
i'm unravelling
i'm unravelling
i'm unravelling
i'm unravelling