Last night you were a real mood killer
The red wine on white carpet spiller
I made some tea
I put on the kettle
I told you jokes, made you laugh a little
But when you let your mind off the leach (?)
It always comes back with something dead in its teeth
Is it better today?
I needn't (?) have asked you
Another day, another disaster
When you feel to drwan to the abyss
Don't kid yourself
There are so many good things that you'd miss
Don't kid yourself
You quit your job
You quit the band
You wuit all the things you understand
I'd call you up but you'd stay at home
Writing songs that rhymed 'phone' to 'alone'
I must admit that it was fairly concerning
When I saw on the tv that your house was burning
And all you said in the interview was
'another day, another disaster'
But when you're drawn to the abyss
Don't kid yourself
There are so many good things that you'd miss
Don't kid yourself
You see moats but there's a bridge
Your beer is warm but there's a fridge
Put down the match and gasoline
It's not as bad as it might seem
The doctor gave you an exercise
Write down your thoughts so he can analyse
If you had bad luck orr just bad health
And on the paper you compared yourself
To the cars that tom cruise runs from in the movies
Doomed to explode
A broken heart thats palpitating s.o.s. code

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