I can't sleep

Wish I could turn on my light
And read my Village Voice
But layin' next to this beached whale
I haven't got the choice
He looked good at the time
I must have been out of my mind
Now I can't sleep
I can't sleep
Hoping for a wild night
Of sexual gymnastics
But he thought he was god's gift
Selfish and sarcastic
I wanted to take him home
And I got him so I shouldn't groan
But I can't steep
My eyes wide open
Staring up at the ceiling
Every paint crack memorized
Think I'll reset my alarm
To go off extra early
Wake him up and get him out
Try to sleep until 8:30
Being up all night's alright
If it's filled with erotic delight
But I can't sleep