with your face turned to the bedroom-lamp,  you're sleeping  it's light a cheap replacement for the sun  and the pouring water in the pipes around us  just like waves rolling to the shore  this is what you get  this is what you get  the plan's much bigger than you ever expected    but no one's gonna tell you you're not perfect  as you stand there with your head in a million pieces  and you know it's gonna be...    and every dream draws a picture of what you've seen  mixed with what you want  so you'll think of me like I think of you,  like a substitute for something  and then you'll laugh and say:    "I'm probably better off dead,  I'm probably dry all the way,  I'm probably boring you out  I'm probably locking you up, throwing the keys away  I'm probably the last thing you need on your mind.  I'm probably drunk by now  probably laughing my head off  without even noticing..."    But no one's gonna tell you you're not perfect  as you lay there with your head in a million pieces  no, no one's gonna tell you it's not worth it  when you know it's gonna be   allright