PERFECT TODAY

I’m sick of casual sex with strangers

Want some stranger sex with casualties 

And you’ve glued me to the sofa

With that strange cigarette that made me wheeze

I was going to try a biscuit but I know I shouldn’t risk it after that

I’m spread eagled on the floor but I want to lie down more

Wide awake in my coma please don’t roll me over.

Cos the furniture’s moving when I feel I could kiss it

The carpet’s coming up my way

The ceiling’s gone AWOL and I know I’m gonna miss it

But I feel perfect today, perfect today

All this talking makes me hungry

Got a midnight crave for jaffa cakes

But you’ve got me in your powers

Held by chemicals and gaffa tape

I was going to try a biscuit but I know I shouldn’t risk it after that

I’m spread eagled on the floor but I want to lie down more

Wide awake in my coma please don’t roll me over.

Cos the furniture’s moving when I feel I could kiss it

The carpet’s coming up my way

The ceiling’s gone AWOL and I know I’m gonna miss it

But I feel perfect today, perfect today

My chair’s started spinning just as I’m feeling lazy

My sock’s are crawling away

The pictures swap their colours while my eyes are going crazy

But I feel perfect today.

 Lyrics by C Dale. Taken from the album "Music from the Mystery Rabbits"