Lletres: The Cure. 4-13 Dream. It's Over.

I get up and it's over
It's always over
It's raining and I'm burned
And it's late and you're gone

And I can barely remember
Anything I did or said
Or how I lost another week
There must be something going on

A nagging sense of shame I can't explain
An acrid taste of smoke and blood
And tears and drugs
And every inch of me is raw

And it's always fucking over
It's raining and I'm blind
And it's late and you're gone
I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore

Keep getting there
It's over, it's always over
It's raining and I'm cracked
And it's late and you're out

And I can't quite remember
Anything I did or said
Or how I lost another year
There must be something coming down

A sweetly sour unease it's like a tease
A broken dream of guilt and fear
And spit and steel
And every piece of me in pain

And it's always fucking over
It's raining and it's cold
And it's late and you're out again

Run my head around it
Like I know I really miss her
But I always want to do it now
She told me in a whisper

I try so hard to place it
Wonder why I really feel it
When to send the pretty flowers
Maybe helps her to believe it

Run my tongue along it
Oh, the taste is something sicker
But you know you have to do it now
She told me in a whisper

It only takes a second
But the second lasts forever
Close your eyes
And let me take you down

And I get up and it's over
It's always fucking over
It's raining and I'm wrecked
And it's late and you're

No, I can't remember anything I did or said
Or how I lost another life
I lost another life, I lost another life
I lost another life

Oh, I can't do this anymore
No, I can't do this anymore