I heard of the story from a distant friend
It was a travesty I think
At least that\'s what I\'ve been told
I can\'t feel these things, you see?
Like the cold to the air on a summers day
I\'m bitter and strange, unwanted
I\'m missing relief
I\'m missing myself
I woke up and got dressed
I saw someone staring back at me in the mirror
And, as I sat in the carpark, I thought to myself, \"What was that?\"
Was I dreaming this mid-life horror picture?\"
The tower block was packed that night
Full of the left-overs and the overnight numbness
Ireally did a number on things
The flowers I brought were long dead
Brittle and brown
I walked in and held my breath
I could not keep up
But I know that tomorrow is only today\'s dream
I\'m still stuck at yesterday