Daggers in Your Bed

It's four a.m. and your eyes are open wide
You try to fall asleep, but you can't the more you try
Your eyes are locked in place and you're fighting with your mind
I'll be a bad night's rest for you

You're being buried alive, and the dirt is made of clothe
Pajamas are a straight jacket, pillow's made of rock
You twist and turn and jerk around to try and find the spot
I'll be a bad night's rest for you

Everybody's telling you goodnight
But the hourglass's sand won't pass
And the bed bugs will bite
Everything's a blur; don't know what's what anymore
Living out real life is such a bore

The telеvision screen is burning in your head
You don't give a fuck what celеbrities are dead
The sheets are itching like daggers in your bed
I'll be a bad night's rest for you

Everybody's telling you goodnight
But the hourglass's sand won't pass
And the bed bugs will bite
Everything's a blur; don't know what's what anymore
Living out real life is such a bore

Now it's six a.m. and your eyes are red and drained
The sun makes a slinking entrance in your window pane
There's a loud screech which means it’s time to face the day
I've been a bad night's rest for you