Sleeper

Early In The Morning

When Your Eyes Are Swollen

When Your Hair's A Mess

And Your Lips Taste Like A Cigarette

Is This Something

Am I Lovesick

Or Is This Some Kind Of Trick In The Meantime

I'll Lay Still

Left To My Own Devices

And Each And Every Evening

Without Reason

I Waste Your Time Cause It Comes Cheap

Then It's Gone In A Heart-Beat

I Know You're Not Sleeping

Did I Hurt Your Feelings

Now You're Lost In A Crowd

Our Silence So Loud

In The Meantime

I'll Wait Here Alone

With My Own Devices

How Long Has It Been

Since You Said Something

I've Anted To Hear

Just Say What You Mean

And Each And Every Evening

I Smash Your Favorite Things

I Fuck Myself To Sleep

Leave The Phone To Ring

Be Still My Heart

I Hate Being Here

With My Own Devices