Bent In Neon Testo

a wooden floor was not my idea of your company.
universe at war, and i'm not here
 not around your atmosphere.
not in my corpse: i've fallen and i can't get up, lost my head and spilt my guts.
not like before; the tv's set for you alone,
and they won't call you up at home.
wake up at dawn: crack a cup of coffee
 drown myself in sorry, sorry, sorry.
all i wished to do was seize the day.
all i don't see is cease at day.
tonight it's bent in neon
in a bluish kind of light.
climbing up walls:
when you climb in a shell of eggs,
i'm outside pulling your leg.
sick from your love:
i'm in need of sleeping pills,
the irony of license to kill.
fumble not to fall
 my head exploded months ago
while screaming of yours.
tomorrow brings all illness,
tomorrow kills the children tonight.