Velcro Gloves Testo

you lie awake at night terrified at times you know when it's this still the thoughts return again and you know that when you try counting sheep you can't seem to keep yourself from helping them over the fence say, that's sick and wrong but that's a flat fact that you knew all along you can't get enough (it up) of (for) all the wool you pull with your velcro gloves you haven't slept in days, maybe it's been weeks and you're so afraid, you're haunted by their bleats pretty soon it's months turning into years all it takes is once to perpetuate your fears when you get to twenty-one nobody wants to know how you keep counting sheep when you're out of fingers and toes, oh no!