Let me know when you're done sleeping 

Because it's the middle of the night 

And there's a lot of secrets I've been keeping

I keep treating this feeling like I'm agreeing 

With the way I end up spending my days and nights

-pleaing 

 

But there's been one thing my feelings have been stealing 

And that's my ability to keep going, 

Keeping it real

Because there's a lot of things that are unreal to me 

That need to be revealed 

 

That's why I'm asking you 

To let me know when you're done sleeping 

Because maybe you're the kind of person 

That will listen to not only me 

In the middle of the night, but 

How my clock ticks and 

How sometimes it catches 

On nothing but it's own ticking 

 

And then maybe we'll realize

Why that's why they call crazy people 

Lunatics 

Because in the nighttime, 

They stutter

Stop working.