Counting sheep doesnt put me to sleep
But listening to you talk knocks me out.
I cant help it if your words make me weep
I just dont care for what youre talking about.
I wish you were a bit more captivating
Too often youre just a bore
The same point you keep reiterating
I just cant stay awake anymore
Yet here I sit on the edge of my bed
Without a single wink of sleep
Wishing you were here instead
To help me count those blasted sheep.













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