Rodeo

Sat by the telephone

I'm here home alone

TV turned on

Bright like an atom bomb

Slept on the sofa bed

Contacts left in again

Eyes soldered shut

No point in waking up

Sleeping give me peace of mind

Countless times I've tried

To gain control

But every time I find myself at a loose end

Bad habits grow

[Interlude]

Countless times I've tried

To get some peace of mind

One thought at a time