2 Wrecked 2 Care

I bet you didn't go to sleep tonight
'cause I can see it in what's left of your eyes
It's not glamorous or sensual
It's not sex, it's just stress

And you can't manage on your ownio
It's less regression more than elegant hole
That comes with lack and job security
And more tests, but not sex

I got your coffee in my cup
We can rest like a baby
Once we finished thinking everything
That can be thought maybe find a Z-Z-Z at the foot of my bed and my world
I'm your girl

Four hours sleep I'm grateful
Three hours sleep I'm skipping things
Two hours sleep I'm a hateful bitch
One hour sleep I'm the missing link
Between the living and the dead
Living and the dead, living and the dead

I can remember when I last slept right
Which would be useful on a Saturday night if I looked any way presentable
But I look wrecked, undead

So chicken I know what your going through
Post office windows started to look like The Louvre and your mind starts to desintegrate
It's no fun, you're undone
I got nothing but a diet coke
A running through my veins and when gets to 4AM I start to talk like a baby
Goin Wah Wah Wah
Can I just go back to the womb, is there room?

Four hours sleep I'm grateful
Three hours sleep I'm skipping things
Two hours sleep I'm a hateful
One hour sleep I'm the missing link
Between the living and the dead
Living and the dead, living and the dead
Ohh living and the dead
Oh living and the dead, living and the dead

I got nothing but stupid people running through my head
And I would literally sell my soul for a bed
That does the only thing
I've ever ask it to do

Four hours sleep I'm grateful
Three hours sleep I'm skipping things
Two hours sleep I'm a hateful
One hour sleep I'm the missing link

Four hours sleep I'm grateful
Three hours sleep I'm skipping things
Two hours sleep I'm a hateful
One hour sleep I'm the missing link

Between the living and the dead
Living and the dead, living and the dead

Ooh living and the dead
Living and the dead, living and the dead