Yesterday's Forgotten

The doctor takes a holiday
Waiting for the world to end
But nobody’s home
You choose to sleep on your own
Everyday’s a sleepy day
You sleep alone when the doctor’s home
You’re already late
This circle’s never been straight
You’ve been prescribed a holiday
To stop you waiting for the end
But nobody’s there
You needn’t try to compare
Everyday’s a crazy day
The doctor’s home sleeping on his own
A wasted affair
Is this the end that you fear?
(…) everything, I got everything (…)