Sex and Sympathy

The whole world goes spinning
daily around the sun
have we always had this in common?
that we break with every dawn

does the sun still burn while i sleep?
don't you feel burnt out
from having to shine for so long?

trust me I'm not the answer
im just another fucking question
a face in the moon
the lonely imprint of a man

do you sleep alone?
do you dream of dark and cold?
do you wish you could run away
replace your light with dark and old

I can't let you revolve around me
and i can't be your light
so i let lonely dark and cold surround me
and hope to burn out by friday night

Come saturday i'll be counting my sins
bracing for the night to come
i run towards regret
i paint bloody quotes around 'fun'

so which piece do you want?
who can I be for you today?
do you want my tear-soaked shoulder
or my well travelled lips

and it seems more and more these days
the only offers you take me up on
are sex and sympathy