Postcard  -  Steven  Wilson

I  think  it's  time  that  I  got  off  the  kitchen  floor

But  is  there  really  any  point  at  all

Waking  up  this  morning  felt  the  same

Better  sleep  while  life  is  so  mundane

It  could  have  been  yesterday

That  I  locked  the  door

I  blocked  the  windows  up  so  I  can't  be  sure

Now  I  haven't  even  got  the  will  to  eat

I'm  lame  and  self-obsessed

That  I  will  concede

I'd  like  to  light  a  cigarette  but  I  cannot

The  lighter's  dead  and  the  gas  has  been  cut  off

I'm  the  one  you  always  seem  to  read  about

The  fire  inside  my  eyes  has  long  gone  out

There's  nothing  left  for  me  to  say  or  do

Cause  all  that  matters  disappeared

When  I  lost  you...