How Many Times
I want to get away
I can't help myself
Seems everything that I've got
Has been had by somebody else
I've been so lost
I've been locked in a poison space
I don't think that i can stand
Another minute in this place

How many times.

Morning enters my brain like a razor
Wake up with a face
like a snapshot of a New York day
I sit pretty with a fist for a drink
How long now until you
Turn up shooting lines
of advise like a heartattack
Well I never heard anything
quite as exciting as that
I can't stand these people
I keep paying for help
I can't stand these questions
I keep asking myself
How many times.