| Bedtime Now |
|---|
| My middlename was «never go to bed» |
| no curtains in the world would draw my weary head |
| for hours and hours and hours my eyes |
| were hungry in the night |
| eating the hours and eating the years — my tinted appetite |
| Is it bedtime now? |
| it’s too late |
| Today, I crawl into bed |
| today, like the grown ups I met |
| for hours and hours and hours I sleep |
| a Radioheaded creep |
| with sheets and with pillows I fly into this grown up lie |
| Is it bedtime now? |
| it’s too late |
| For me it’s a shame |
| to have lost my middle name |
