my headphones came with glue to keep them in my ears
at least you would think so if you watched me sleep at night
where I lay, an unconscious concert plays
after the encore, my brain rings like an alarm clock in the morning
no more than the room across the hall shakes at night

how you sleep is how you breathe
and when I wake, I am breathless, deaf, and bothered
I move my feet to catch the bus, 
only to stuff my ears on the way to school
I fear one day the volume button may break
what a loud night that will be