I'm Not Really Tired

So it's time to write again.
I'm alone... again.
No phone calls or letters
to think of.
Who does that anymore?

I got a card for Fathers Day
it's right here next to me.
It was signed... the ink is dry.
I'm playing music on my radio...
no... my music's not on a radio.
What's my radio?

I hear the beat in sync with my heart.
As long as I can pay the bills...
neither one, for everyone...
will they have to stop.

Time to stop, enough said.
I wish it wasn't still light out...
no phone calls, no letters,
I feel like going to bed.