Sleepless Nights from Eponymous by The Suspects

The taste of the cake, it ain't so great
When you're drinking it through a straw
And when there's 19 guns at your funeral march
Something has gone wrong
Your sugar sweet breath on my neck
Keeps me up at night
And the burst capillaries on my chest
Give me the will to fight

I can't take it
All this lack of sleep gives me the blues
Don't mistake it
She may be insane but she lights the fuse

These bloodshot eyes that you give to me
They could make me blind
And your siren song is killing me
As it runs straight through my mind
My pupils get so big - dilate
I won't put up a fight
As it pulls me under without a trace
Say goodbye to sleepless nights

I can't take it
All this lack of sleep gives me the blues
Don't mistake it
She may be insane but she lights the fuse

I can't take it
All this lack of sleep gives me the blues
Don't mistake it
She may be insane but she lights the fuse

Shoot me in the head
'Cause I can't fall asleep
Don't make me beg, don't make me plead
Give me REM, give me your dreams
Just free me from this lack of sleep
I'll be thanking you eternally

The taste of the cake, it ain't so great
When you're drinking it through a straw
And when there's 19 guns at your funeral march
Something has gone wrong
Your sugar sweet breath on my neck
Keeps me up at night
And the burst capillaries on my chest
Give me the will to fight

I can't take it
All this lack of sleep gives me the blues
Don't mistake it
She may be insane but she lights the fuse

• Rock
• alternative rock
• blues rock
• Oldham