5:00 in the mornin 'I have chills,
I teeth chatter and I turn up the sound,
alone on the bed in my blue crumpled sheets
is insomnia, broken sleep.
I lose my head, all my cigarettes are smoked
in the ashtray is full of Kleenex and empty bottles,
I'm all alone, alone, alone.
clack! makes the glass falling on the linoleum.
j'me cut hand picking up the pieces.
I sterilizes, walls dancing,
alcohol it gray and it starts ...