ONE OF MY TURNS
Day after day
Love turns grey
Like the skin of the dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun anymore
And I can feel
One of my turns coming on
And I feel
Cold as a razorblade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral Drum
Onto the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? WOULD YA?
Would you like to see me try?
Oh no, NO!
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY????!
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