Yawn.
Worn myself out…
Been having a recurring dream.
I’ve been cycling miles to work.
Miles and miles, on a bicycle,
Miles and miles,
Pumping legs.
When I’m not pumping tyres up -
That is…
That is…in case you don’t know,
I couldn’t cycle a mile without fainting.
Dawn.
Torn myself up…
Been sleeping not very well it seems.
I’ve been thinking piles of junk.
Piles and piles, it’s nonsensical,
Piles and piles,
Drunken dregs.
When I’m not stoking fires up -
That is…
That is…in case you don’t know,
I couldn’t light a fire without fainting.
