Everyday i die de Gary Numan

The problems of need
i need you
obscene dreams in
rusty beds
no-one came here
tonight
i pulled on me
i needed to
I unstick pages and read
i look at pictures of you
i smell the lust in my hand
everyday i die
Her favourite trick was to suck me inside
oh so very art nouveau
completely false feelings of love.
i don't know.
no-one knows but that died years ago