Lights Off

Five in the morning, you know we couldn't sleep.
Might be inspiration but it's been this way for weeks.
And weeks.
And weeks.
And weeks.
And weeks.
Do us all a favor: admit thy defeat
Through the back of the head.
Through the back of the head.
Through the back of the head.
Through the back of the head.
And maybe we'll sleep with the lights off.

Lights Off by The Dears from the album Missiles