Wide awake, it's two in the morning.
This wasn't what I had planned.
Gotta be up and rolling by six.
No doubt about it, I should've been sleeping.

Seemed so real though, can't believe she's not here.
Had her in my arms.
I can still taste her lips, smell her, touch her face.
It's all in my head, crystal clear.

Can't get back to bed now, that's a fact.
I've tried and contemplated a few things.
Nothing doing.
Sleepless in New York, a classic insomniac.

Got up and rolled myself a nice fat joint.
Haven't lit it up yet, why?
It's a temporary fix, band-aid for a large open wound.
What's the freakin point?

I know what it is that I want.
What I'm dying for.
Know what I really, really, really, need.
A smoke won't do it, no matter what type of weed.

Shameless you say?
Pathetic even?
Yeah well, my perogative, screw you!
You don't know the lady and you're not in my shoe.

Wide awake, it's three in the morning.
Nothing interesting on the tube, just hopelessly chillin.
Peek at the clock, roll over and shout another silent plea.
Yani, babe, I need you, desperately