Somnambulism
I don't sleep and i don't eat
Fall asleep on my feet
These are desperate times:
Locked myself in a box again
Convinced myself that a set of keys were friends

I don't talk in my sleep to make conversation
And I wish you wouldn't listen
And I wish I didn't know
I wish I knew how little you can give before you gave yourself away
I'm going on strike until conditions improve