Well this is what I think at least.

Well this is what I thinkĀ at least.

With insomnia, nothing is real.Everything is far away. Everythingis a copy of a copy of a copy.

With insomnia, nothing is real.
Everything is far away. Everything
is a copy of a copy of a copy.

Bueller…Bueller…Bueller…

Bueller…Bueller…Bueller…