| I have flashbacks every single time I close my eyes
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| I don’t think I want to close them anymore
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| I can think of a sure-fire way to stop them, but I don’t have the guts
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| I hope I’ll never ever have the guts
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| I don’t want to live a life of «I've been worse before'"s anymore
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| I’m losing days left, right and centre
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| I just want a pair of eyes to get lost in
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| And then a rectangular box to rest in
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| And a room with a view at the hospital somewhere in between
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| But the past is still haunting my dreams
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| I remember thinking everything would be fine
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| Then next thing I knew I was coughing up my stomach lining
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| In a homeless unit at the top of high rise flats
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| I was too embarrassed to let Holly come see me
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| I remember my dad telling me I looked like a junkie
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| To be fair to him back then he wasn’t too far off
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| On a regular basis I seem to find that things I thought I’d left behind
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| Still stop me from getting out of bed in the morning
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| And keep me lying here until the sunlight disappears
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| Then all that’s left for me to do is start counting
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| Every single spring that digs into my spine and ribs
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| Until I give up because I’m too exhausted
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| Then turn the TV on, set the volume to 6 then turn and face the wall
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| And pretend that none of this bothers me at all
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| I have flashbacks every time I look into your eyes
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| So I don’t think I’m going to do that anymore |