Trying to Kill M.E. The Streets (Ft. Laura Vane)

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
I used to love the night and now I dread my bed
Using all the light is how my head got spent
Torturous virus, talk to my eyelids
Walk in my size nines
Is this depression or a lesson from inner pressure pressing?
Either way, the fevers it deals me are evil

[Chorus: Mike Skinner & Laura Vane]
The thing that I love most is trying to kill me

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
I have the queerest feeling of my dearest appearing
To be leering from the ether, fear more fever
I don't like sleepers, drugs make me sleep
Sleep is like death, to do death when you're dead
Bridge disappears through fog in my ears
For this chronic fatigue, there's no tonic, it seems
Lucid thinking is loopy to think of
On and on weeks

[Chorus: Mike Skinner & Laura Vane]
The thing that I love most is trying to kill me

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
General health making my mental health break
But I'll never let go of what helps me create
I'm nothing to this point but for this love
Love, torturous virus, get out from my eyelids
Just wanna ride out life in the key of C
I won't bash the black notes, I won't ask for answers
Glance up at the bannister