I Was Thinkin of Sleeping Outside- A song

I literally exhausted my artistic abilities when I fell asleep sprawled out on the floor on top of my shitty crayon drawings. Eventually I moved my ass to the bed, not two feet away, where I slept for another good two hours until my Nigerian neighbors across the street started arguing loudly. I tried to sleep through it for a good ten minutes and failed miserably. So I stumbled into the living room and practically fell onto the couch.

I don't quite remember dreaming at all during this nap, although I've been having some strange dreams these days. I'd like to go back to when I didn't dream because all my dreams are about estranged acquaintances and ex boyfriends. I'm not getting along with these people in the dreams, and I hardly think of them while I'm awake. It upsets me that. My conscience chooses to dwell on my anger at these people. I'm trying really hard to let it all go but my bloody dreams won't let me.

Last night I couldn't sleep to save my life. I so badly wanted to jump out of Anthony's bedroom window. But I kept having thoughts. Just racing. I didn't know how to stop. I kept writing lyrics and music. And the words were all getting... I couldn't figure out what I was thinking of exactly. I was estranged from myself. Then I decided to have three ibuprofen after  carton of cigarettes, and half an hour of chasing sleeps, I was gone. I didn't think at all.