No Wonder I'm Still Awake - Look Mexico

In case you haven’t noticed

I am wearing black again

Though it may not be my color

I just couldn’t think to change

I’ve been caught up with a flashlight

To keep the darkness away

There’s something in my room

I’d hoped with all the practice

I could do it in my sleep

What happens when you can’t

You can’t get the rest you need

Cliches in the closet oh, and bombs under the bed

It can’t be in my head

No it cannot be in my head

I’m losing it

And on this verse I’m tired of playing

Tired of playing the same chords I’ve played before

All the while sitting on my hands, waiting for

Waiting for the song to find it’s way

My last thread of brilliance

That’s flickering, and dim

I ready myself the worst to begin

And the ghosts of doubt surround me

And I feel them closing in

Tore off my sweaty sheets

And hold up my ballpoint pen

I’m losing it

On this verse I’m tired of playing

Tired of playing the same chords I’ve played before

All the while sitting on my hands, waiting for

Waiting for the song to find it’s way