An Illustration of Loneliness (Sleepless In New York)

I lay awake at four, staring at the wall

Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French

Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery

All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me

I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms

And the cracks are representative of what is going on

I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with death

I'm thinking of you too

I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling

It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream

There's oily residue sipping from the kitchen

It's art deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with

Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks

I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you

Wondering what you're doing, what you're listening to

Which quarter of the moon you're viewing from your bedroom

Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies

Swimming at the pool, I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you