I will not get out of bed you cannot fucking make me Fuck you, this is my refuge I will stay between these sheets Nobody ever has to tuck me in Count sheep constantly I'm not missing a thing because dreams will always beat reality I've slept seventeen hours I've still got seven more to go no good morning, no good night neither I just want to stay a sleeper It's raining, & it's pouring, but I'm still always snoring Even if I don't bump my head, I still won't get up in the morning Naps don't cut it, unconsciousness is my one true welcome home Dreams play through my head Sleep apnea is the way I want to go The world ain't worth my time no more I'd rather nurse on NyQuil & snore My only concern is the occasional bed-sore I won't be getting out of bed anymore