with your face turned to the bedroom-lamp, you're sleeping it's light a cheap replacement for the sun and the pouring water in the pipes around us just like waves rolling to the shore this is what you get this is what you get the plan's much bigger than you ever expected but no one's gonna tell you you're not perfect as you stand there with your head in a million pieces and you know it's gonna be... and every dream draws a picture of what you've seen mixed with what you want so you'll think of me like I think of you, like a substitute for something and then you'll laugh and say: "I'm probably better off dead, I'm probably dry all the way, I'm probably boring you out I'm probably locking you up, throwing the keys away I'm probably the last thing you need on your mind. I'm probably drunk by now probably laughing my head off without even noticing..." But no one's gonna tell you you're not perfect as you lay there with your head in a million pieces no, no one's gonna tell you it's not worth it when you know it's gonna be allright