Trashed elbow

I'm exhausted at the moment: I'm working towards my third one-day weekend on the bounce, my bedroom's a bomb site and I don't have a single pair of clean socks to my name. I had a totally fraught mail exchange with the stalker a couple of nights ago and I'm waiting for the next bout of psychosis. It's chucking it down outside and I wanted to go for a jog before work so I could at least feel a little good about myself while I'm shouting at delinquent children.

And if I had the money, I'd call out sick, hire an immersion tank and spend the day in there listening to old Placebo records on the headphones.

Time to pass you to the test.
Hanging on my lover's breath.
Always coming second best.
Pictures of my lover's chest.

Get through this night,
there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.

Always falling to the floor,
softer than it was before.
Dog boy - media whore,
it's who the hell you take me for.

Give up this fight,
there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.

These bonds are shackle free,
wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy,
these bonds are shackle free.

Get through this night,
there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.

These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free

Get through this,
there are no second chances.
This time.
To ask the sea for answers.