(Verlaine)
I jump outa bed and pull down the shade
I used to have such sweet dreams - now it`s more like an air raid.
I see the opposition clear - I see them stare
I don`t care - it doesn`t matter to me - I never think about it
Slip out of myself like a shadow and somersault thru walls
I can`t tell, it`s really so odd
Is this spring or fall?
Your wine is just sour grapes
Pour me a glass anytime I`m not there
Careful Careful
I`m not bitter I just get so sore
I need that girl more and more
Cuz when she whispers in my ear it gets so hard
It get`s so hard to get out of bed
It`s more than I can do.
If someone must work today, let it be you.
All this confusion hit me like a dare but I don`t care.
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