These long nights are quite the burden –
wearing me down, tearing me down,
taking my sorry ass to town.
I need to get some rest, rest, rest –
need to creep, creep and get sleep, sleep
buried in covers so deep, deep.

Busy night

My tasks complete, I settle in,
quite long into the evenin’.
The bed is made, the laundry done –
the bills were paid (each and every one)
and I feel I can’t do any more
but try not to pass out on the floor.


I’ve got so much wear and tear
from being dragged here and there.
I’m a bit depressed,
and I need some rest,
or I’ll fall into despair.