it tears me from my sleep
I'm much too tired for the waking
but too wired for the sheep
and the ember(?) is on the table
it's time to pick up breadcrumbs that you
i can't forget to put the pipe
in my mouth for the smell (?)
well tell the neighbours that i'm on the
beat again so please don't pause at
any strange and darkened corners,
for that's where i'm looking first
i'm rip the groceries from your arms and
empty the contents of your purse
oh and i don't need noth ing
somehow always seems to be
i went looking for some hard clues
(?) of the inner city trees
and you were nowhere to be found
you were nowhere to be seen
it's getting late at night,
i was (?) for a cup of tea(?)
I'm sitting in my room again,
still waiting for your call
i got a blister on my forehead from
when i leaned against the wall
and my notebook's full of
memories too sad for one to tell
about the time that you were next to me shaking,
oh and i don't need nothing