Insomniac Anthem

I like the build-up Late night and I'm still up

Tired eyes but I still put coffee in my cup

As if the cafe is enough to keep the body from dying

My mind is still trying, Hawking all these songs like I'm talking

With my eyes and, sound disguising To keep quiet so my neighbors don't call

Me out The tenth damn time and they have a point

High thoughts roll another joint Like this pencil I just sharpened to anoint

This new piece of paper to scribble up a savior try to coin

A phrase, give this idea another layer Eraser, when my standards are betrayed

Per the agreement that I made In the tenth damn grade