You closed your eyes and left me here

and now I'm jealous of your sleep

I made some noise to wake you up

it seems you've drifted out of reach



I'm not sure if you meant what you said

but that's o.k.

'cos it still sounded good

when you said it anyway

I'm not sure where you are when I turn and stroke your face

you don't move anymoreso it must be getting late



I'm not tired even now

I think I'm glad to be awake

I've met these fractured thoughts before

they grin and wander round this place



I'll 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 it's true friends

up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes

hope I'm not too tired to colour them in