last night you were a real mood killer,
the red wine on white carpet spiller,
I made some tea,
I put on the kettle,
I told you jokes, made you laugh a little,
but when you let your mind off the leach (?),
it always comes back with something dead in its teeth.
is it better today?
I needn't (?) have asked you
another day, another disaster

when you feel to drwan to the abyss,
don't kid yourself
there are so many good things that you'd miss
don't kid yourself

you quit your job,
you quit the band,
you wuit all the things you understand
I'd call you up but you'd stay at home
writing songs that rhymed 'phone' to 'alone'

I must admit that it was fairly concerning
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when I saw on the tv that your house was burning
and all you said in the interview was
'another day, another disaster'

but when you're drawn to the abyss,
don't kid yourself
there are so many good things that you'd miss
don't kid yourself

you see moats but there's a bridge
your beer is warm but there's a fridge
put down the match and gasoline
it's not as bad as it might seem.

the doctor gave you an exercise
write down your thoughts so he can analyse
if you had bad luck orr just bad health
and on the paper you compared yourself
to the cars that tom cruise runs from in the movies
doomed to explode
a broken heart thats palpitating s.o.s. code