with your face turned to the bedroom-lamp,

you're sleeping

it's light a cheap replacement for the sun

and the pouring water in the pipes around us

just like waves rolling to the shore

this is what you get

this is what you get

the plan's much bigger than you ever expected



but no one's gonna tell you you're not perfect

as you stand there with your head in a million pieces

and you know it's gonna be...



and every dream draws a picture of what you've seen

mixed with what you want

so you'll think of me like I think of you,

like a substitute for something

and then you'll laugh and say:



"I'm probably better off dead,

I'm probably dry all the way,

I'm probably boring you out

I'm probably locking you up, throwing the keys away

I'm probably the last thing you need on your mind.

I'm probably drunk by now

probably laughing my head off

without even noticing..."



But no one's gonna tell you you're not perfect

as you lay there with your heart in a million pieces

no, no one's gonna tell you it's not worth it

when you know it's gonna be 

allright