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 told me what it is that makes you strong and what it is that makes you weak.
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable again...