An Illustration of Loneliness (Sleepless in New York) Courtney Barnett

[Verse 1]
I lay awake at four, staring at the wall
Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French
Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery
All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me
I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms
And the cracks are representative of what is going on
I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with death

[Chorus]
I'm thinking of you too

[Verse 2]
I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling
It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream
There's oily residue seeping from the kitchen
It's art-deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with
Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks
I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you too

[Chorus]
I'm thinking of you too
I'm thinking of you too
I'm thinking of you too
I'm thinking of you