Don't try to understand it.. it's not even a Freudian Slip

[vandalized_soul]

Sleep is for the wicked
And lust is for the poor
Leave me here with everything
Leave me wanting more
Tastelessly disguised are you
In colours I can't discern
I loved you yesterday, but now
It seems to be your turn
And time ticks slowly backwards
I'm sharpening my pen
White out can't erase the time
I said 'remember when?'
Words will leave me hanging
And a picture just won't do
It's coming back to me again
It's falling back to you