M.C. Frontalot - In Arrears lyrics

I stay up too late as a matter of habit It's when the clucking in the head is signaling a think's gravid And going to drop an egg out; better not sleep through Better hope to have a microphone handy, too Here's a handy clue: it's a two part story Go to bed in the end, get up in the morning But don't ask the third act, it happened as I slept Meant to maintain consciousness, wasn't adept What was it I kept meaning to do, make happen From quarter to two until Gm come tapping Like “Frontalot, you ought to come on out of your room.” Says through the crack in the door that he can smell my perfume That I haven't been to bed in a week. Come, come That's a slight exaggeration and I'm almost done With a brand new record, if I could just locate The edit window that I first intended to create Spin around What does it do to your inner ear? Your account: Don't pay the dues? You are in arrears What I've found Is we get just another day or two Falling down? Dizziness does that to you Eventually give up on any thought that I got; Settle into the rotation of the loves-me-not And the bed's right there but it don't quite beckon; Try to sit upright for another couple seconds And another knuckle reckons itself uncracked Can't remember what I'm looking at, rewinding it back Trying to find an exact definition for the phobia Of getting into bed, I think instead I'm about to go to the All night Brooklyn coffee supply Making terrible decisions and I don't know why And my oh me oh, what is it to be oh? Digital clock come creeping on the three-o-o But lying in the dark is worse And I may be in arrears with the sleep but averse To trying to accomplish (is epic how I fail) In opposition to the pillow, pillow prevails