Bows. Sleepy Head. Zeneszám

You're right
I just messed up again
Last night a bridge too far
You should have seen the lecherous beerguts and lush velveteen
A compliment comes easy when you've lost all you have

It's late and you won't notice me
I'll wait until you do
Stay awake and make do with what's left of you
Or fake it and take it on the chin

When will I see you?

I can never get this right
I just want to breathe and feel you
All mine, all mine

Lurch like a loser
No wit or charm or fight
A ham fisted bruiser who's the
Wrong type