I? tired of waking up

I? sick of rolling off the bus

I want to sleep forever

In the lies I?e made

The checks have bounced

But the bills got paid so far

On the Jaguar

I call myself

The lines get crossed

On the short wave I get cut off

?ause I can? behave

Very well

You think you know me

But you don? know my way around

Hell Is just below me

And that? why I keep falling down



I? praying to resist temptation

Staying within my constellation

Weighing every intonation

Betraying alienation



I quit sobriety

I joined up with insanity

I want to pull the lever on the hatch I built

Escaping truth and avoiding guilt

So far

In the family car I get away

The border? nearer than I thought

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