My Guernica

I'm small and I am tired

I'm blurred to bits and wired

I'm nothing in this universe

Nothing but pieces and dust



Appearing in more repeats

The mirror man has seen defeat

Hide away be old and grey

Alfred J. Prufnock would be proud of me



Keep it together- Hold it together

Keep it together- Hold it together



Little someone in my own little Guernica

Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Wake up and pour myself another ice- breaker



Going now so happy and so loose

Making bigger holes in my stomach

Losing losing split down the middle

With no end and no beggining



I'm small and I am tired

I'm blurred to bits and wired

I'm nothing in this universe

Nothing but pieces and dust



Keep it together- Hold it together

Keep it together- Hold it together



Little someone in my own little Guernica

Sleep so heavy that it's out of the question

Little someone in my own little Guernica

Wake up and pour myself another ice- breaker



ice- breaker

ice- breaker