You closed your eyes and left me here
And now Im jealous of your sleep
I made some noise to wake you up
It seems youve drifted out of reach
Im not sure if you meant what you said
But thats o k
cos it still sounded good
When you said it anyway
Im not sure where you are
When I turn and stroke your face
You dont move anymore
So it must be getting late

Im not tired even now
I think Im glad to be awake
Ive met these fractured thoughts before
They grin and wander round this place

Ill get up all I find
Is a paper that I hate
Real life disappears
And gets shrink wrapped in its place
I get up watch tv
Helps me feed my vicious streak
Real life disappears

Then we watch the spooks on the news
Playing chess with the cynics
Hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics
Now its gone 5 a m

We smile and plan our revenge
By the end the night has found its true friends
Up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes
Hope Im not too tired to colour them in

I get what I want then Im not sure I want it anymore