So I'm just sitting here, waiting to evolve, the world's in my orbit, shit's waiting to kick off, afraid to go to sleep, so I think of women running, never leave you alone again, as that's stopped being funny, I just want to laugh, see smiles cross faces, see the clever people have a chat and unite all us races, this bird around my neck that remains through my changes, twittering triumphantly to remind me of my total belief in the depth of my unworthiness.
When things go right they're rubbish coz I'm too far from the flame, recently I've been thinking about taking pills again, so I can see more slowly the slow dusty detail, my most cringing whim becomes a beautiful grail. And I'm a yes I hate it I hate everything I make, and this is shit and that is shit and being shit is great, I can't even cook a meal without falling into stress, it only takes some pasta to remind me of my total belief in the depth of my unworthiness.
You're so pretty, all dressed in your Night, my eyes flip to the prison on the wall, it's still a quarter-past-shite, someone tell me it'll be ok, using the power of the phone, or gimme shoes to step in coz I don't have my own. Unrelenting unconfidence and a badge that states "mess", a lack of bike and gentle sleep remind me of my total belief in the depth of my unworthiness.
I woke late today, with a puzzle in mind, I found myself waiting for the destruction of mankind, it's nothing bad you know, and not out of spite, an innocent wee hope that wants to put out the lights,
It lets out a beg before I fire up the telly, I need to feel and care again and put a stop to continuity. I know you're with me, I know you've felt the same, I know this coz I've never, had an original thought in my brain,
Unrelenting unconfidence, and a badge that states "mess", a lack of bike and gentle sleep remind me of my total belief in the depth,
Of my unworthiness.