3:13 p.m. | 2006-05-19
insomnia

I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kind of sign that says we're okay
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And I wait for my conscience to break.

I'm a headcase if I don't keep moving
And my head hurts if I don't sit still
It's an itch that I'll never stop scratching
It's a hole that I'll never quite fill