The Thorn Bush In My Head, part I

I needed to take a sleeping pill last night.
I'd been up all all night the night before, thinking mostly.
I needed to sleep, and to get away from my thoughts.
The pill did a good job of helping me with the former; it knocked me out in 30 minutes flat. But that dosn't mean I escaped the latter.
Dreams are a nice under-the-radar way of telling you what exactly has been bothering you lately.
I dreamed about my troubles and awoke to them the next morning.
Damnit, even in the dark, with the lights off, concealed, I'm thinking about you still.