When i wake up in the morning
and i look at your sleepy smile
then i know what i am living for
and why someone made me from the rib
no, you don t really need to say it
cause i can see it, feel it, sense it
Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon
I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo
I?m livin? in a suitcase; lookin? for a call
Leerin? at the telephone and laughin? to the wall
Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps...
When you re just a sickly mess
You re worn + tired and scared to death
Well you, you can come to me
And we can share a disease
And talk and roll around in the debris, yeah
It s easy to be disappointed...