Insomnia - Azafata

electric president
insomnia
there's a light bulb dangling from string
it's slowly swaying up over my head now
as i jot down the words that?ll never be sung
and wait for my headache to numb
and the wind sounds as if the world's sighing
and the moon's just a torn fingernail
as the tv flickers and hums by the wall
and i wait for my eyesight to fade
so, so, so
it's so damn slow
so, so, so
it's so damn slow
and the bright-eyed choke on ambition
and the old folks circle their graves
and the young ones are busy destroying their names
and you're still just wasting away.
i sit and watch the screen for a message
some kinda sign that says we're ok
but the screen stays blank till i turn the thing off
and wait for my conscience to break.
so, so, so
it's so damn slow
so, so, so
it's so damn slow
i hope you're learning to listen
and i hope you're learning to stay
and i hope you find what you're missing
and i hope that you're making you're way
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
so