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