Insomniac Story

The moon was a clock      
Ticking through the night      
Roses of darkness      
Not a constellation in sight      
Moonsky was the only light
All seemed meaningless  
Despite the minutes I wasted  
Staring at the moon  
When I envisioned back  
All that I had truly regret  
Was every moment I wasted on you      
 
The stars were lost       
So the dark was there to stay  
That was when my subdued thoughts would play      
This bed of mine was a dreamland      
Where love did not exist      
I should of been dreaming instead    
I was three eyes awake thinking
All the moons I had kissed goodbye