Rolling over I rolled out of the bed I am scratched and bled

I've been misled


Curled up in a corner was her coat a big cat skin

Synthetic sin


And once again I'm in flame


I gather all of my clothes from the couch and the floor 

It was polished wood the shine was good


I'm half way out of the door as she stirs and calls

I must use the loo good day to you


And once again I'm in flame


And once again I find myself strung out and hung over