We’re going through the motions,
trying not to think about our emotions
but there are those nagging commotions
that are the kiss of death to romantic notions.

We aren’t getting enough sleep
for thoughts and fears do creep
into our hearts and minds so deep.
It doesn’t even help to count sheep.

It’s all the events of the damnable day,
to which we shout — bleep, bleep, bleeple-dee bleep!