There’s Not Much Sleeping To Be Had

There’s not much sleeping to be had 

In the early hours in my king size bed

You’re lying on the other side

I can’t reach you

G-d knows I’ve tried

There’s not much sleeping to be had 

At least admit we’ve given it time 

Neither one of us is in our prime, the engine 

Was gonna stall sometime

There’s not much sleeping to be had

Your ex wives tell the same sad story

Your eyes glaze over once you’ve dug the quarry, & wander 

Looking for new territory

There’s not much sleeping to be had

There’s not much sleeping to be had

I’m like the waking dead

Trying to mend broken thread 

Strangled in my bedspread

There’s not much sleeping to be had

There’s not much sleeping to be had

I’ve forgotten why I had enough

I’ve forgotten what we should discuss

I’ve forgotten why I’m so fucked up

I’m so fucked up

There’s not much sleeping to be had

You drive all night in your black cab

Picking up the stoned and sad, anything 

But coming home’s preferred

There’s not much sleeping to be had 

There’s not much sleeping to be had

There’s not much sleeping to be had

There’s not much sleeping to be had

None of our friends are still together

The rule of thumb from which we measure

While none of it gives me any pleasure

I wish you best of luck in your future endeavours

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