Here’s a tune that perfectly captures my loneliness/paranoia/commitment issues/penchant for picture-perfect, vivid memories of places and/or dreams, all of which make trying to sleep kind of difficult sometimes:

“A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan
And I am doing the best that I can
All the eunuchs, they were standing in rows
singing, ‘Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can.’
Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian
Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
And I shot the story because I didn’t hear it that way


And it’s hard to be a human being
And it’s harder as anything else
And I’m lonesome when you’re around
And I’m never lonesome when I’m by myself
And I miss you when you’re around

And I miss you when you’re around
And I miss you when you’re around
And I miss you when you’re around
And I miss you when you’re around

~Baby Blue Sedan 
Modest Mouse, Building Nothing Out of Something