Fuck you sleep

I’m knackered, shattered, eyes like lead,  
But when I hit the pillow, the thoughts aren’t dead.  
I’m nodding off while standing up,  
But once I’m down, I’m outta luck.

I close my eyes, but the brain won’t quit,  
It’s a midnight rave in a skull-sized pit.  
I try to meditate, yeah, that’s a laugh,  
I read a book, but I can’t get past the paragraph.

I’m pacing like a madman, round the flat,  
The cat’s staring at me like, “What’s with that?”  
He curls up close, but I’m not in the mood,  
His purring’s a mockery, it’s no bloody good.

So what’s the scam? What’s the score?  
Is there a sleep limit? Can’t take no more.  
Maybe the world’s got a sleep cap,  
And I’m the poor sod left in the gap.

I start to think, yeah, it’s a conspiracy,  
Some global game of sleep tyranny.  
And I’m just waiting for someone to rise,  
So I can crash, close these bloodshot eyes.

But till then, I’m spiraling down,  
Sleep-deprived, wearing a permanent frown.  
This insomnia’s got me losing the plot,  
In a world full of sleepers, I’m the one who’s forgot.