Hey Insomnia Hey Insomnia I write you letters No return address I wanna talk to you and read my poetry You want to read it to this? I'll take it literally When i say my insides' twisted, i'm not talking about intestines I wanna touch you with my poetry I wanna touch you physically Hey Insomnia Hey Insomnia We could make out right here Or maybe on the street I do not care who sees It makes for good loss of sleep I wanna touch you with my poetry I wanna touch you physically I wanna touch you with my poetry I wanna touch you physically I'm unravelling I'm unravelling I'm unravelling I'm unravelling