Losing Sleep Tonight - John Moreland

Tie your hands to riot

Speak up to be quiet

Make a list of every debt I owe

Let’s line the streets with curses

Then turn them all to torches

I’ve never felt a loneliness this cold

So send up three more wishes

Count my hits and misses

Bury me in a box with my mistakes

Cause this lonely room’s a prison

And these fictional women

They fade away the longer I’m awake

Are you busy serving sentences

To prodigals and priests

Drowning in the sea of tears you’re crying

Are you worried that you’re happier

At war than at peace

Baby are you losing sleep tonight like I am

Oh are you losing sleep tonight like I am

So you keep making up more reasons

To justify such treason

You can keep my poisoned ashes in your urn

But goddamn these dire visions

And this swimming in religion

You can tell them all you stood and watched me burn