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Published on Feb 14, 2010
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette. Last night's love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm Won't you quit your crying? I can't sleep One minute I'm a little sweetheart And next minute you are an absolute creep
We've got obsessions I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you We've got obsessions All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you
Supermarket, what packet of crackers to pick? They're all the same, one brand, one name, but really they're not Look, look, just choose something quick People are staring, time to come quick in (?) Cheeks are on fire; just choose something, something, something Pressure overwhelming Next minute I am turning out of the door, facing one week without food A day, a day when things are pretty bad Don't let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway Can't let your cold heart be free When you act like you've got an OCD
We've got obsessions I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week We've got obsessions You never tell me what it is that makes you strong and what it is that makes you weak.
We've got obsessions I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week. We've got obsessions You never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak Makes you weak, makes you weak, make you weak, make you weak, make you weak Make you
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette Last night's love affair is looking vulnerable again