i wake up in the middle of the night with
cold beads of sweat rolling down my face
the room is spinning around my head
and my heartbeats running a race
every day I feel like im on the edge
like im falling off the ledge - of sanity
i speak my mine but people dont care
coming or going, love isnt fair
i love a girl. she doesn't love me.
not the guy i am, nor the guy i should be
i wake up in the morning and don't know what to think
another dream is over, doesn't that stink?
how many dreams must i dream?
are they really what they seem?
blood, lust, hate, disgust
theyre all the same to me
whats a dream? whats a nightmare?
where are we going? how do we get there?
go to bed, fall asleep. you feel a little drowsy
wake up, forget your dream, feeling pretty lousy
i wake up in the middle of the night with
cold beads of sweat rolling down my face
a big bad headache's putting up a fight
and my heartbeats running a race
every day i feel like im on the edge
like im falling off the ledge...
ive been chasing after the wind so long
to notice whats been going on
in my head
in my world
in my heart
Friday, April 1, 1988
Sunday, February 14, 1988
bad eggs
eating my eggs sunny side up
im real tired and my hair's messed up
eating these eggs so tired and alone
only wanting to hear the phone
you didnt call last night or today
even if you did, what would you say?
its all over and its just great
i dont feel bad. it was something i ate
bad eggs. bad eggs. i ate some bad eggs
i dont even miss your eyes and sexy legs
i said my breakfast was rotten. i ate some bad eggs
my black coffee was fine and so was the bacon
i like my toast but my gut's still aching
is there something else? could there be something more?
could my empty arms make my stomach so sore?
what am i saying? whatve i been thinking?
i must be crazy for the the things ive been drinking
i feel so bad, i must have forgotten
its all because my eggs were rotten
you dont matter. i dont care.
you were always full of hot air
youre real happy just bacuase you hurt me
im not lovesick, youve got to see
im real tired and my hair's messed up
eating these eggs so tired and alone
only wanting to hear the phone
you didnt call last night or today
even if you did, what would you say?
its all over and its just great
i dont feel bad. it was something i ate
bad eggs. bad eggs. i ate some bad eggs
i dont even miss your eyes and sexy legs
i said my breakfast was rotten. i ate some bad eggs
my black coffee was fine and so was the bacon
i like my toast but my gut's still aching
is there something else? could there be something more?
could my empty arms make my stomach so sore?
what am i saying? whatve i been thinking?
i must be crazy for the the things ive been drinking
i feel so bad, i must have forgotten
its all because my eggs were rotten
you dont matter. i dont care.
you were always full of hot air
youre real happy just bacuase you hurt me
im not lovesick, youve got to see
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