Son Of A Builder - Doves

Far from feeling safer, I awake at noon

Read the local paper on a dirty afternoon

Each day they’re closer, and each day I sleep

And I’m just trying to tell myself

I’ve got everything I need

The bullies and the liars wake me up at night

They keep me in suspense

Why don’t they stay well out of sight?

Fully-furnished I am

Yeah, spitting and I can’t sleep

And I’m just trying to tell myself

I’ve got everything I need

It’s the fact that I can’t help myself

And it’s myself I can’t deceive

I get enough protection

Lock it up inside your stalls

You think your best intentions

Then you piss it up the wall

Fully-fledged suburban

Yeah, each day it’s set to repeat

And I’m just trying to tell myself

I’ve got everything I need

It’s the fact that I can’t help myself

And it’s myself I can’t believe

And I’m just trying to tell myself

I’ve got everything I need

And I keep trying to mend myself

And remember what is real

It’s the fact that I can’t help myself

And it’s myself I don’t believe

And I’m just trying to tell myself

I’ve got everything I need