early in the morning
  when your eyes are swollen
  when your hair's a mess
  and your lips taste like a cigarette
  is this something
  am i lovesick
  or is this some kind of trick in the meantime
  i'll lay still
  left to my own devices
    and each and every evening
  without reason
  i waste your time cause it comes cheap
  then it's gone in a heart-beat
  i know you're not sleeping
  did i hurt your feelings
  now you're lost in a crowd
  our silence so loud
  in the meantime
  i'll wait here alone
  with my own devices
    how long has it been
  since you said something
  i've anted to hear
  just say what you mean
  and each and every evening
  i smash your favorite things
  i fuck myself to sleep
  leave the phone to ring
  be still my heart
  i hate being here
  with my own devices