“NAKED PSYCHOANALYST” 13 March 2003

Hungover Sunday Morning
feeling like a horror film
someone switch off the dawn
and give me toasted bacon
for this, is all there is,
this is the best it gets
waking up half-pissed
and with another unforgettable regret

where she danced in my bedroom
with a touch that doesn’t change anything
fucking without emotion
is just another one of God’s sins
tell me my weaknesses,
my naked psychoanalyst
you know I’ll confess
let me deserve my punishment

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