I have to drive

I have my reasons, dear.
It's cold outside
I haven't slept in years.

I suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By ten o'clock I'm back in bed
fighting the jury in my head.



It seems all i can do now, is put on my face and do my hair and pretend.
Pretend that i am such a busy girl, with so many things to think of.
And that i am not thinking of you every day, every hour and every second that goes by.