Sleep – Garbage

In the middle of the night, head on my pillow
Looking like a little ghost
Seems like all of the things that you gave me, mother
Have all gone up in smoke
In the middle of the night, you don’t know what I’m thinking
But still the stars do sparkle and shine
Seems like all of the time our boat was slowly sinking
You didn’t even seem to mind

Now all I want to do is sleep
Now all I want to do is sleep
Now all I want to do is sleep