Too Hot to Sleep
A Devastating Pop Ballad about Breakups.
by manyface music
Too Hot to Sleep came from the nights that don’t end when they’re supposed to.
The ones where you’re lying there, staring at the ceiling, and your body’s exhausted but your mind won’t shut off.
The image of the ceiling fan became the center of it. Just spinning. Constant. Like thoughts or time passing but feeling like it hasn’t gotten any easier.
Like you’re stuck in the same place, trying to breathe. You get called strong, but that’s not it, you’re just holding on because you don’t know what else to do.
"There's a space in my bed, where you used to be, I talk to the dark, like it might talk back to me."
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Too Hot to Sleep Lyrics - Manyface Music
[Verse 1]
These black tar sheets, pulled up to greet -
This skin, that I barely know.
As the ceiling fan spins,
Grinds down this feelin’ in my soul.
And some days I still wonder if I’ll make it -
If I’ll ever find a way back to whole.
[Chorus]
He left me in pieces, and I stayed that way.
Learned how to live with what won’t go away.
Cuz I never know if I’ll see the next sunrise,
Or find someone who’ll love all this wreckage inside,
So I lay underneath this fan, breathin’ slow -
Holdin’ on to somethin’, I don’t even know.
So don’t call me strong, I’m just still here -
And I lied to myself year after year.
This is where he left me -
Too hot to sleep, too broke to weep…
But not too mad to cry or ask why -
Why did all this have to happen to me?
[Verse 2]
I still set a plate, though I eat alone -
Just a habit, I guess - but it cuts to the bone.
There’s a space in my bed, where you used to be -
I talk to the dark, like it might talk back to me.
[Chorus]
He left me in pieces, and I stayed that way.
Learned how to live with what won’t go away.
Cuz I never know if I’ll see the next sunrise,
Or find someone who’ll love all this wreckage inside,
So I lay underneath this fan, breathin’ slow -
Holdin’ on to somethin’, I don’t even know.
So don’t call me strong, I’m just still here -
And I lied to myself year after year.
This is where he left me -
Too hot to sleep, too broke to weep…
But not too mad to cry or ask why -
Why did all this have to happen to me?
[Outro]
I’ll lay here, in these black tar sheets -
Too hot to sleep, and smile to all the demons I meet.
As the ceiling fan spins.
Yes, the ceiling fan spins -
And grinds down what’s left of my soul.