I'll forever embrace my insomnia if it keeps me awake to write. I remember that silly Green Day song ‘Wake me up when September ends’. Mum used to play it on our way back from our holiday, and I don’t need to listen to it to see the green mountains from the north rolling down as we drove to the dry-flat-malt land where I belong, where the present hits like a beam of sunlight.
Before it gets dark
Before it gets dark
Before it gets dark
I'll forever embrace my insomnia if it keeps me awake to write. I remember that silly Green Day song ‘Wake me up when September ends’. Mum used to play it on our way back from our holiday, and I don’t need to listen to it to see the green mountains from the north rolling down as we drove to the dry-flat-malt land where I belong, where the present hits like a beam of sunlight.