spent an hour in your head to see
your daydreams disappointed me
i need some better company
for every set of eyes

spent a day under your thumb
left to bang a lonely drum
a prisoner’s time is never done
he’s never on the rise

spent a week between your sheets
pressure started to decrease
held your tongue & felt the breeze
in every other smile

spent a month along your coast
left the sea a day at most
tried to leave but the roads were closed
i think i’ll stay a while

dash your brains out on your rocks
i’m a decent person but money talks
& disasters may be closer than they appear

no blue in my blood, no green in my pocket
no colours here to help me stop it
& i know disaster is drawing near

years on end defined me then
right down to my bitter friends
& i know disaster will find me here

spent a year without a clue
what’s a few more gonna do
disasters may be closer than they appear