January Sun

Dead, your body’s in my head
One hundred needles to a thread
It’s just a game
Always ends the same
AM, the night has come and gone again
Just like an old forgotten friend
No time for me
Doing as we please
Is it all in my head?
Am I going round the bend?
Still alive, but I’m dead behind the eyes
Sick, is this all some kind of trick?
Builders working without bricks
A sad charade
A heart in disregard
Flesh, sink my teeth into your neck
There’s nothing more that we’ll regret
Consume the night
The lines we all recite
Is it all in my head?
Am I going round the bend?
Still alive, but I’m dead behind the eyes
Grinding down my teeth for weeks
The cold release of sleep escapes me
Realising words aren’t worth their weight in stone
Waking up alone
Dead, your body’s in my head
One hundred needles to a thread
It’s just a game
Always ends the same
AM, the night has come and gone again
Just like an old forgotten friend
No time for me
Doing as we please
Is it all in my head?
Is it all in my head?
Is it all in my head?
My head, all in my head