Counting Sheep

I keep my days open for sleeping in I'll keep my days open for sleeping in A late night phone call From someone you don't miss You keep them alive with simple small talk shit Uncomfortably honest, and honestly lonely Got somewhere to be Hey man, don't worry about me The city stopped moving I'm alone with my secrets I could probably hang myself with the curtains This is the portrait of a man More than coffee in his hand Front row seats to old repeats, of a highlight reel for years, yeah And all the things I never said I'm doing circles in my head I'm counting sheep, with no relief Just another night alone, yeah I keep my days open for sleeping in I'll keep my days open for sleeping in A late night phone call From someone you don't miss You keep them alive with simple small talk shit Please don't let me leave the world tonight I'll wait by your driveway in case you change your mind We can keep drinking 'til it feels alright You know we don't have to talk, we could just be alive Please don't let me leave on my own tonight You know I'll wait by your driveway in case you change your mind And we can keep drinking 'til it feels alright You know we don't have to talk we could just be alive I keep my days open for sleeping in I'll keep my days open for sleeping in This is the portrait of a man More than coffee in his hand Front row seats to all the peaks and the highlight reel for years, yeah And all the things I never said I'm doing circles in my head I'm counting sheep, with no relief Just another night on my own