Sometimes I'd quite like
To get out of my head.
Especially at night
While I'm lying in bed
And visions arise
(I don't know from where).
They enter my eyes
And strip my soul bare.

Sometimes I'd quite like
To get out of my skull.
Especially at night
When my senses are dull.
I think thoughts of you -
Useless thoughts that won't leave.
I said nothing to you
So I'm left here to grieve.

Sometimes I'd quite like
To get out of my mind.
For a lot of the night
Although not all the time.
'Cause I still have some hope
That one day you'll be mine.
I've reached the end of this rope
Please throw me a line.

Sometimes I'd quite like
To get out of my soul.
Especially at night
When I'm kissing the bowl.
The room starts to spin,
I bring it all up.
Hey, it's great fun to sin,
I'll drink one more cup.

Sometimes I'd quite like
To get out of my brain.
Especially at night
When I'm going insane.
I mull up some grass,
I give out a groan.
'Cause you are not here
I'll pull one more cone.

Sometimes I'd quite like
To get out of my head.
But I guess that won't happen
Until I am dead.
I go out to score,
I buy me some H.
If this shit won't kill me
I'll leap into space.

Copyright © 1998, Tom Massey
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