you lie awake at night terrified at times
you know when it`s this still the thoughts return again
and you know that when you try counting sheep
you can`t seem to keep yourself from helping them over the fence
say, that`s sick and wrong
but that`s a flat fact that you knew all along
you can`t get enough (it up)
of (for) all the wool you pull with your velcro gloves
you haven`t slept in days, maybe it`s been weeks
and you`re so afraid, you`re haunted by their bleats
pretty soon it`s months turning into years
all it takes is once to perpetuate your fears
when you get to twenty-one nobody wants to know
how you keep counting sheep when you`re out of fingers and toes, oh no!