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I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I've drugged it in its sleep

There isn't many memories

I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on

It's heading for the streets

Keep expecting you to send for me

The invitation never comes

Each time I turn around

There's nothing there at all

So tell me why I feel like

I'm up against a wall

But maybe it's a flase alarm

And all the answers sound the same

Just colours bleeding into one

That doesn't have a name

Maybe I can't see

Maybe it's just me

Now the curtain's coming up

The audience is still

I'm struggling to cater for

The space I'm meant to fill

And distance doesn't care

Each time I turn around

There's nothing there at all

So tell me why I feel like

I'm up against a wall

But maybe it's a flase alarm

And all the answers sound the same

Just colours bleeding into one

That doesn't have a name

Maybe I can't see

Maybe it's just me

I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I drugged it in its sleep

Remember what you said

Are you comfortable to keep it?