Sleeper

Early In The Morning
 When Your Eyes Are Swollen
 When Your Hair's A Mess
 And Your Lips Taste Like A Cigarette
 Is This Something
 Am I Lovesick
 Or Is This Some Kind Of Trick In The Meantime
 I'll Lay Still
 Left To My Own Devices
 And Each And Every Evening
 Without Reason
 I Waste Your Time Cause It Comes Cheap
 Then It's Gone In A Heart-Beat
 I Know You're Not Sleeping
 Did I Hurt Your Feelings
 Now You're Lost In A Crowd
 Our Silence So Loud
 In The Meantime
 I'll Wait Here Alone
 With My Own Devices
 How Long Has It Been
 Since You Said Something
 I've Anted To Hear
 Just Say What You Mean
 And Each And Every Evening
 I Smash Your Favorite Things
 I Fuck Myself To Sleep
 Leave The Phone To Ring
 Be Still My Heart
 I Hate Being Here
 With My Own Devices