a bright light woke me up at two a m because i fell asleep talking to you again . i am chasing circles in my head , alarmed , alone , anxious , and afraid . i’m thinking: “ why is it that i’ve got to fall in love with anyone that gives me any bit of attention? “ and i know all the reasons , but they’d be so scary to mention , so some nights i stay up and i get angry , but these days i’m so tired , so now it hardly ever happens .
i remember i was cold one night on upper burnside , but i thought about how warm you were so it wouldn’t really matter anyhow . you gave a most tremendous shout , and when the planets and the stars came out , it really kind of freaked me out .
it’s hard for me to think it’s not so pointless to go to work and go to sleep and wake back up because all these stupid dreams keep me awake , so i just sing my sad songs and read my sad comic books and cry out of the saddest eyes i’ve got . every once in a while from on top of my ten speed i feel happy , but that doesn’t happen a lot . i know i’ll feel better in a couple of weeks , but until then i guess it’s just you and me : just a couple of kooks wearing doc marten boots drinking beer on the side of the street .