Counting Sheep Silently
Don’t you ever wonder and wander in your sleep?
I dream of you and I just want to weep like a creep
I’m stumbling in the deep until the hill’s too steep
Can you hear my moans and groans, oh godly sheep?
Counting sheep silently
We be happy profoundly
Amounting to this envy
Of never being good enough frankly
Counting sheep silently
I’m a book, left unread on the shelf
I’m all by myself, all by myself
I’m so shook by the crowd
I can’t speak aloud, but with hushed voices, I can hear myself breathe
This place is too quietly loud
I’m underneath the umbrella of ugliness beneath the surface way beneath
Don’t you ever ponder and squander your time aimlessly?
I dream without you in my arms and I feel so darn lonely
I’m mumbling words of wisdom and understanding from the start
Understanding that you already made a landing in my hectic heart
Upon the bathroom floor
I don’t want to love you anymore
No, not yet, not yet, not yet…
Oh, oooooh
Hm, hmmm
Counting sheep silently
We be happy profoundly
Amounting to this envy
Of never being good enough frankly
Counting sheep silently
I’m a book, left unread on the shelf
I’m all by myself, all by myself
I’m so shook by the crowd
I can’t speak aloud, but with hushed voices, I can hear myself breathe
This place is too quietly loud
I’m underneath the umbrella of ugliness beneath the surface way beneath
No more saying goodbye
I want to relieve you from your highest lows
I’m not a pro at telling lies —
I want to grieve with you and be happy with my bros
Counting sheep silently
We be happy profoundly
Amounting to this envy
Of never being good enough frankly
Counting sheep silently
I’m a book, left unread on the shelf
I’m all by myself, all by myself
I’m so shook by the crowd
I can’t speak aloud, but with hushed voices, I can hear myself breathe
This place is too quietly loud
I’m underneath the umbrella of ugliness beneath the surface way beneath
The bewildering bathroom floor
I don’t want to like you anymore
No, not yet, not yet, not yet…
Unlike me to not feel regret…
But I’ll live life guiltless,
Guilty of charge of my happiness
Counting sheep silently to the point of me being somewhat upset
I don’t want your negativity
No, not yet, not yet, not yet
I don’t want to face reality all the way,
But you’re the passing hours of the night come what may
Today, I’m counting the flowers today
It’s a wonderful world, yet a cruel one in utmost dismay
I won’t regret anything, no, not yet
You want to bet?
I’ll be positivity’s pet
Oh, oooooh
Hm, hmmm
I’m wondrous and free nevertheless
Free as can be, not not yet honestly more or less
Counting sheep
In my temporary sleep
Hours wasted…on…
You
Yes, you
I won’t weep for you
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2023
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