You don't need as much sleep when you're alone

When you're with the person, all you can do is sleep

When you're asleep you don't see how sad it is

You just sleep and hope for the best

The door creaks open as I cling underneath
The dogs are let back in to warm up
Our sleeping drowns out the fighting
I wake up and you're not there
I'm not myself but I guess I can handle it
You come back later with some guilt
I see you back with some confusing fluff
The head trauma drowns out the fighting
How many times did I hold back
And how many times were your arms held tightly with my restless grip
You ran off to your mind garden, the back way where the neighbours couldn't see you trip in the green house
Why not dance  on the wet road with drivers passing by with ****** lives
We laughed at them once
Who is laughing at us now
The black bird on your messy wall
He knows I never would climb Kilimanjaro

Lazy artist, shut the **** up
And get back to work
Stop hustling crazy characters in wheelchairs
And stop shattering all that stigma
It's not good for you, and it ain't good for me
Man up and shut up, if you knew any better

Stop hustling sugar cane nose food
And stop shattering your precious dreams
Wake up now, my lazy ******* artist

Go back to the video store and stalk your wanted flicks
Eat up all your karma so you can have a few bits
to spit back out at your enemies
Brush it off and continue on with your life
But remember to come down soon

You took some risks today
Your friends don't want you
But that's okay cause you got a place to be
On all fours, you can crash gently on your own

I should have paid more attention to you. I'm just a stupid slob. And though you look good, I tell you they look good. You got new glasses. So I just now realized that I've told the bunch from the two, many times in the past: between "you look good" and "they look good." What good is it that I will make any difference now by saying: "You look good."  I ****** it all up. I was deviant with you and I was careless when it came to present love. And I was bashful from that. I'm waiting for your answer about how you've been. Waiting on that just makes it sour. I'm waiting on you waking up beside me the next morning, squirming around, stretching out your tiredness, smiling and eyes closed. And me not ever wanting to leave the bed.

I'm bad 'cause I stay up late
I'm your absolute worst nightmare
'Cause I got bat-**** eyes floating on your ceiling
I'm just bad 'cause I'm a **** and you're a ****
I'm ******* dying on your income
'Cause it's bad now, all bad

I'm bad 'cause I stay up late
******* on dead rats, laughing at myself
Can't help but to think of all the fun at L'ecole Night Visit
My hands which ironed your face into pie
Weeping like ***** in your hole
Sad little ****, you're so bad

Firm hand shake, I won't disbelieve
That the good guy's gonna cry over that
****** on rat ****, so just cry -- ha-ha -- cry

Doesn't have his hands to hold the camera

Doesn't have his head to see through the lens

He's just a sitting duck on a ladder

He doesn't have to worry about friends