Cosmic Fringes

I've come undone It's too late to fix it I just exist On my own On my own I'm a real gone kid So-phisticated I can't believe my luck When I see him in the mirror I'm not societies problem I'm entirely home-grown I'm not a product of anything I've never been or felt so at home Home I'll glisten in the moonlight I can light up my load And all across the sky I will explode On my own On my own A baby waiting to be born A sheep that's ready to be shorn I'm a king in deathly throes A lazy cock that never crows An empty book that's leather bound I'm a lost cause, never found I'm not a product of anywhere I'm entirely own grown I'm on the cosmic fringes I've never been or felt so at home I'm a sleeping giant Waiting to awake Stumble to the fridge And back to bed again