I woke up, early evening
Kept alive, simply mechanical
Just a matter of breathing
Over on the inside, clean of significance
An extended period of blue
Like when I’m locked in my room
Chained into being, with no desire to be (x2)
Gin, beer and television
Endless night inside
Followed by brightness
Counterfeited by morning
There isn’t all that much between
Success and dying
Crumpled, trying to forget
Like a half-written letter, that somehow missed the trash
An extended period of blue
And when I’m in that kind of mood
At the beginning, at the end
A shattered world never to mend
Chained into being, with no desire to be (x5)