Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Low Gap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Augustine Lewis Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Tuffendsam
Producer
Lyrics
It’s 3 am
And ain’t I slept
So I'm trying to find a cure on the internet
There’s a warmth I can’t find sleeping alone
That you can't replace with melatonin
So here I am on an online forum
Looking for some help
They say closing your eyes
And counting to ten
Works as good as anything else
One one-thousand
Two one-thousand
I close my eyes, but I can’t rest
Three short prayers
Four beers later
I should say another to repent
Five sheep jumpin’
Six cylinders pumpin’
Takes me back to a slammin’ door
Lying in this bed
I can’t take one Mississippi more
I’ve listened to songs about sleeping alone
Picked up and put down my cell phone
And I when I start to shut my eyes
Your memory works its way into my mind
Hot flash, I’m on my feet
Get sad and then angry, rinse and repeat
I guess I’ll just DoorDash Taco Bell
To this one-and-a-half bath prison cell
One one-thousand
Two one-thousand
I close my eyes, but I can’t rest
Three short prayers
Four beers later
I should say another to repent
Five sheep jumpin’
Six cylinders pumpin’
Takes me back to a slammin’ door
Lying in this bed
I can’t take one Mississippi more
And I wonder if you're lying in bed, sleeping well
Or are have you lost feeling staring ceiling
Thinking to yourself
One one-thousand
Two one-thousand
I close my eyes but I can’t rest
Three short prayers
Four beers later
I should say another to repent
Five sheep jumpin’
Six cylinders pumpin’
Takes me back to a slammin’ door
Lying in this bed
I can’t take one Mississippi more
Written by: Augustine Lewis Johnson