Im trying to put this thing to bed
Ive drugged it in its sleep
There isnt many memories
Im comfortable to keep
This ball keeps rolling on
Its heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes
Each time I turn around
Theres nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
Im up against a wall
But maybe its a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesnt have a name
Maybe I cant see
Maybe its just me
Now the curtains coming up
The audience is still
Im struggling to cater for
The space Im meant to fill
And distance doesnt care
Each time I turn around
Theres nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
Im up against a wall
But maybe its a flase alarm
And all the answers sound the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That doesnt have a name
Maybe I cant see
Maybe its just me
Im trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it?

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