Sleepless Sundays - Wild Animals

I feel tired of passing out before dark

And losing a vital spark of my childhood charm

It was fun but now I’ve turned into a bore

No more hospital wards

And I owe you one

I could’ve let you slip through my fingers

Sleepless Sundays put through the wringer

It’s something I wanna do

But they doubt that I’ll see it through

I’m half convinced that’s how things are gonna be

At times we’re all invaded by doubt

A desire to blow out, a flickering flame

No shame, a drunken reverie

No pain, till you’re a memory

Though I’ve never been the king of moderation

I did upset you when I was on a winner

And will I still shine in your eyes as my hair gets thinner

It’s something I wanna do

But they doubt that I’ll see it through

I’m half convinced that’s how things are gonna be