snakeshead

My girlfriends like sugar, sweet
Yesterday was her dead sisters birthday
And I sat up while she cried in her sleep
I hugged her, tried to see but it was all grey
I could be watching TV when she leaps

I feel kind of cold and flappy
Like a coke hang-over when you manage to sleep
And I can’t work out if I am happy
Or just sitting back with the other sheep

I like her but we leave talk to the last
Not that we ever really did
I went with her after I was hurt in the past
Do you think that makes me a pig?

I think she loves me but I dare not ask
The answer will hurt us both
When I feel like this I go on a sexual fast
It confuses her but it gives me hope
I want this to mean and really to last
But when I say this I start to choke

Today’s my birthday
Made it to a quarter of a century
I’m still lean, mean and in a quandary
But at least I’m still in my twenties
Yah