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