How Does It Happen

This Fitbit’s an impressive thing
Unless I’ve it misread:
It says I only slept an hour
For all my time in bed

How does it happen to a man
That sleep should him escape?
How can it be that such as me
Should be in such bad shape?

So like this band upon my wrist
I’ll hang around all day;
And uselessly, just point things out
Because I’m built that way

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