Fleeing Lights

You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small And I focus on the fleeing lights like a cat Just spotted the red dot Dot dot dot Dot dot dot And I think I might Try and try I try and try I try and try But it's nothing but a fleeting dream When I wake I realise how deluded I was I saw nothing that was going on around And you're messing with my head Fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small You're fucking with my head Fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small Cats eyes Dope talk Then you look through me as if you had any right to it But the truth is only I can let you in Resting but always in a rush Slipping in the city's slipstream I fish myself in and out of unconsciousness The emptiness I requested was duly delivered At the wrong time But it's Sod's law Luck of the draw Those times that leave you feeling raw And you're fucking with my head Fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small Rolling through hard times like it was nothing Falling through the cracks in the ceiling And feeling like a tiny speck of nothing No matter how hard I try I ain't going to lie You're fucking with my head Fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small Rolling through hard times like it was nothing Falling through the cracks in the ceiling And feeling like a tiny speck of nothing No matter how hard I try I ain't going to lie You're fucking with my head Fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small You're fucking with my head Fucking with my head You're fucking with my head and making me small