I sit in my bed
bang my head against the wall.
Two am in the morning
And I have been wide awake since 10.
And I have tried everything!
Tea, honey, milk, melatonin, reading, watching a movie,
working out, taking showers, wearing earplugs and eyeshades,
different clothes, different blankets, and different positions,
I tell you nothing has worked!
I sit in my room,
watching the snow and thunder roll on outside.
Wondering why in the hell I can't seem to fall asleep.
It's the perfect night too.
The house is asleep,
My eyes are wide open,
It's wonderfully quiet.
If I sang right now, no one would hear me.
Everyone else in the world sleeps well except for me.
I'm tired of it, I really am.
Mother and father are always fighting
And then they're quiet and I'm just here
Sitting in my bed in utter annoyance
As the clock ticks on.
Tick tock tick tock
My foot flicks back and forth
Like a nervous cat.
Tick tock tick tock
Staying up late
I'm good at that.
Tick tock tick tock
Always another
Thought to ring
Tick tock tick tock
All the songs at once
In my head sing
Ring
Tick tock tick tock
Is it just me
or did the clock ring
Ring
Tick tock tick tock
It never rings
Is that a new thing?
Tick tock tick tock
Ring
Tick tock tick tock
Ring
Tick tock tick tock
Hello?
"Ring. Ring. The song must sing.
Once a year on your special day..
Ring Ring grab all of your things
Throw your biggest fears away.
If you want to claim your way.
Claim your special day."
There's a bright light peaking through the door.
It's so bright I almost can't see the floor.
I hold out my hand, maybe I'll touch it.
But the more I step forward, the further it gets.
I follow it, follow it, follow it...
The fire crackles in the place.
I look around. I don't recognize this space.
I can smell the faintness of lavender bread
But it doesn't hurt my head.
No, I like it, the smell. How strange...
I look at the photos, lining the bed
They're people I've never even seen.
But I'm in every single one
And I'm smiling, look happy? How strange...
There's boxes littering the dirty floor
All labels and cluttering things galor
They're all labeled for somebody else
Except for one small box, my own.
I pick up the box cold to my hands
The box begins to chirp.
I drop it to the ground, as it runs around.
It glares at me... How strange.
All of this is strange.
The oven beeps and I turn around
A person peaks through the door
Except not just one, maybe three or four
Happy faces smiling at me.
They can't be smiling at me.
But it's really all I see.
They're holding a cake, and holding that box
One smiles as they say.
"We wanted to surprise you on
Your very special day."
I look at the clock.
Look at my watch.
It's October 5th.
"Oh." I say, looking back at them.
"It's my birthday today."
I frown a bit, for this day
Never went the best of ways
But seeing their smiles
And seeing the cake
Maybe I'll indulge it
A slice I'll take.
We talk all night, about lots of things
And never once did a frown sing
And as they all leave, I turn to see
The thunder rolling outside.
I smile, that maybe
It's ok every once in a while.
To stay a bit late
Let your thoughts go wild.
And a year or so
When I wake
Something startles me.
A little box, at my door
Chirping like a clock.