It often starts with a small sound
Maybe a little putt, putt or a sigh
Some nights a freight train comes round
I'm tired and need sleep, but no, I cry

I do have choices, move to another room
A pillow over my head, maybe earplugs too
It's worse now that everything is in bloom
Allergies, apnea, find out, but no not you

I wander through most days, eyes bleary
Love only goes so far, until thoughts creep in
Night after night, robbing me, I grow so weary
I live with a hibernating bear, how can I win

Good humor may not be enough, before I snap
Arguments about who should sleep where
Afternoons I can't make through without a nap
Just explore some options to show me you care

I know it's worrisome when I recall episodic shows
I think I've seen every Law and Order and CSI
Our bedroom and house have pillows in rows
I stare at them, pondering forensics, why

I love you but my patience is wearing thin
Lack of sleep clouds my judgement at night
Yet you can feel safe in your thundering din
I'm not willing to sin, I'll keep doing what's right

Staying up late to watch television or read
Eventually falling asleep on the couch
You do try and make it up to me, that I need
Too many mornings and all I can say is ouch

I long for the comfort of our big soft bed
Missing those nights we used to spoon
Can snoring ruin us and make our love dead
Solutions and answers, I do need them and soon