Hello one o'clock. So nice of you to come
And rob me of my dreams before the night is done.
What is it that you want from me?
I'm sleeping--is that hard to see?
I wish you would let me go.
Insomnia is tough, you know.
Of course, you wouldn't--you're just an hour
Without a mind, without a power.
So really, all the fault is mine.
I've been talking to me the whole time.