G I lay awake at four, staring at the wallF C Counting all the cracks backwards in my best FrenchG Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgeryF C All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for meG F I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palmsC G And the cracks are representative of what is going onF C I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with deathG I'm thinking of you tooF CG I lay awake at three, staring at the ceilingF C It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a creamG There's oily residue seeping from the kitchenF C It's art-deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch withG F Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necksC G I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you tooG I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you too I'm thinking of you G F C x2G Wondering what you're doing, what you're listening toF C Which quarter of the moon you're viewing from your bedroomG Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothiesF C G Swimming at the pool, I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you tooG I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you tooG I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you tooG I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you tooG I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you tooG I'm thinking of you tooF C I'm thinking of you too
An Illustration Of Loneliness Sleepless In New-York
Courtney Barnett
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