Nine-ty Nine, Nine-ty eight…..
Usually on those late nights alone
When I twist about in bed sleepless,
Rolling my blankets into a mess
Punching pillows to be comfortable,
I counted, like my mother said,
To a hundred in my head silently
And closed my eyes to a symphony.
Seven-ty four, Seven-ty three
Lately, I am not so lucky in sleep;
My best dreams finally ditched me
They avoid me more than you do.
I decide to think of good old days
To feel my own heart lightly race,
I laugh at times we spent together
The words you said ring in my ear
I am glad that the lights are out
And that there is no one about.
Thirty six, Thirty Five…
I smile as I think when I acted a fool
It was nothing at all like acting cool
And I can never fill your gaping hole
In darkness, I laugh at my dark joke
My own breathing sounds so loud
Smiles weighed down by a rainy cloud.
I know by morn, I will be over with this
And will ‘ve forgotten all that I miss.
I watch the stars that shine over me
But cruel enough they simply won’t leave.
Five.. Four.. Three…
Once in a long while, a teardrop trickles
I try but can’t help counting in circles
Around and around, an unending maze
Till I wake up tomorrow with a stained face.
Ninety –nine, Ninety –nine…
