Soul Coughing:Sleepless

I got the will to drive myself sleepless.

So much time is cashed, so much smoke is wasted.
Sudden dissapearance, and the air is thick and cool.
And I can approach myself, skidding over this perdition.
But now I'm out on the verandah, when I should have gone to school.

I got the will to drive myself sleepless.

Well, I call for sleep, but sleep, it won't come to me.
Shuffling in the hallway, I can hear him on the stairs.
And I hear his lighter flicking, I hear the soft sigh of his inhale.
And the whole width of my intentions, he exhales into the air, yeah.

I got the will to drive myself sleepless.

Skeedunt stunt the runt, smoking buddha blunts. Skeedunt stunt the runt.
Skeedunt stunt the runt, smoking buddha blunts. Skeedunt stunt the runt.

I got the will to drive myself sleepless.