three a.m. and i can't sleep
but that's nothing new to me
doomed to live like the dead
seems like miles to reach my bed

insomnia dance
all night long
blood shot eyes
are a friend of mine

four a.m. and i can't sleep
but that's nothing new to me
the crash scene loops in my head
again and again i see him dead

insomnia dance
all night long
blood shot eyes
are a friend of mine

five a.m. and i can't sleep
but that's nothing new to me
without rest i'll grieve instead
on this page i've always bled

insomnia dance(in my head)
all night long(i see your death)
blood shot eyes(blind me still)
are a friend of mine(a highway kill)

six a.m. and i give to sleep
but an hour won't be enough for me
to escape the torment and my dread
when i wake i'll be depression fed