Turn it over
But the other side of the pillow is just as hot
Roll on over
In an effort to find a more comfortable spot
But I don't think it's working and my body's still jerking
In this unfortunate state that can only be described as awake
Don't you know what's at stake?
Cause if I don't get my shut eye I won't be as handsome
Then I'd be more apt to hold you for some ransom
Which would be a mistake, a terrible mistake
Pull it over
Though that fleece blanket is still too much
Think over
Buying sheets made of more substantial stuff
But we're not really progressing and my body's still messing
In this unfortunate state that can only be described as awake
I think you know what's at stake
Cause if I don't get my sleep my lyrics won't be as deep
Then what would I ponder restlessly awake?
What a mistake, remiss mistake