I’m all messed up, going down slow I fought the law for way too long I’m on my back looking at the ceiling Wondering how my baby feels today Wondering if I still cross her mind Wondering if she’s wired or if she’s tired Wondering if she’s fine or confused Like I am today
Ah, ah, here I go again I’m all messed up, losing control Must be something wrong with my approach Cross my eyelids with my arm And I apologise to all I done harm or done wrong But I was fast asleep and half brave Well I’m afraid I got lost ( I’m afraid I must ‘a got lost )