In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
put me to sleep
put me to sleep
sing me a lullaby
of vials of codeine
entering my veins
put me to sleep
I'm not yet a butterfly
I'm an ugly old caterpillar
yearning to change
I need to rest
hand me some medicine
I need that bottle
to calm down my nerves
watch some TV
man, I miss David Letterman
giving celebrities
what they deserve
this is not how others
live their lives
or all we all pretending
to survive
put me to sleep
pass me the pipe, my friend
and the wine
and the pretzels
and this week's TV Guide
put me to sleep
I'm saying goodnight, and then
hey, do me a favor
turn out the light
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