“WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT” 26 Sept 97

Its not that I can’t sleep
that bothers me so
its just that as the night creeps
each minutes goes
stolen from the dawn

I wake needlessly
at four forty three am
I try not to think
each moment of sleep lost
that would keep me awake

I keep the curtains open
the last rays of the light
the first of dawn
before the morning suit
and work, for thats why I was born

in the darkness
with ITV as my guide
I think of almost fucks
i don’t even know if they’re still alive
but I can still see their faces
turning me down every night.

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