Slumber

Does your mother wonder how I’ve been
For the sake of conversation?
«Is he alright? Is he okay?
What’s he up to now these days?»
So do you tell her how?
I bet you tell her how
You’d rather talk about something else
Like that better boy that makes you proud
More well suited, more well spoken, so much more than me
He’s so much more than me
Don’t get me so wrong
You’ve got me so wrong
This sorry slumber’s turning into
Another nightmar I’ll have about you
Talking bout how you deserv
The happiness I’ll never earn