Some call it a problem

I call it a way of life

So let's address the problem

Would you rather fight or fly?

'Cos when the clouds turn to stars and I struggle to dream

I toss and I turn 'til the frustration consumes me

I'm without no solace here alone in my bed

I embrace the night instead

'Cos I can't sleep without feeling buzzed

Without feeling the bass pumping, pumping

Through my blood

I can't sleep without feeling the rush

Without feeling the treble causing trouble

Like this habit does

Never need a reason

To ascend into the sky

Join the constellations

Lose myself in cosmic lights

'Cos when the clouds turn to stars and I struggle to dream

I toss and I turn til the insomnia breaks me

With no one to save me here alone in my bed

I embrace the night instead

Cos I can't sleep without feeling buzzed

Without feeling the bass pumping, pumping

Through my blood

I can't sleep without feeling the rush

Without feeling the treble causing trouble

Like this habit does

Would you rather

Would you rather fight or fly?

Come and join me

Lose yourself in cosmic lights

Cos if it's so wrong for me to be alive

Then baby, I would rather die

Cos I can't sleep without feeling buzzed

Without feeling the bass pumping, pumping

Through my blood

I can't sleep without feeling the rush

Without feeling the treble causing trouble

Like this habit does

(No, I can't sleep like this habit does)

Like this habit does

Like this habit does