The AM station hums its refrain
Traffic on the 8s
And the weather forecast on my windshield
Looks and sounds a lot like rain
The FM morning shows want me to know
About their favorite commercials
I'd rather listen to my windshield wiper blades
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
The city's out of parking spaces, but never out of your citation
Paper slips and brand new yellow boots
I walk slow past broken window gla**
Dirty pigeons, flying rats
I scratch my itchy face I haven't shaved in days
She tells me to cheer up, if I don't she says I will surely worry to d**h
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
She tells me to cheer up, if I don't she says I will surely worry to d**h
Maybe I'll start sleeping better then
She says my bad days will only get me if I let them get me
But she won't let them win
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
I drag my feet through each day, when I come home I lie awake at night
I don't sleep much any more now, I'm so tired all the time
I'm so tired all the time
I'm so tired all the time
I'm so tired all the time
I'm so tired all the time