walking along the sidewalk   hesitant to indulge      the bright lights, the shiny cars   the wet puddles inthe street   a picture of your face      still i try, i try      another restless night here   hot pillows on the bed   the alarm clock, the remote control   the scattered objects on the floor   i try to sleep      i have to try, i have to try      happiness and nightfall   seem to co-exist   i’m waiting for the sun to go down   i’m not tired at all   i’m just a little restless      should i try? should i even try?      i been thinking about my problems   and i’ve concluded    i don’t really need any sleep at all   (the lights peeking in through the curtains and i’m awake)      she said life is long, i’ve got time to spare   and to lose      but if this is true then why does she care?   i don’t (know)