Flat

Flat
(Difford/Hewerdine)

Sometimes I wake up feeling flat
Then I know that is that
I sit alone and stare at walls
I hear the nothing as it calls
I watch the sun rise in the east
I hate my face I hate my teeth
So this is all I have to say
I’m feeling really flat today

I’m like a dog without a tail
I’m like a shell without a snail
I have no aims I have no goals
I’m feeling flat and full of holes
I try to smile but how it hurts
Here come the fits and now the spurts
But I won’t ride upon the waves
I’m feeling really flat today

Even if Bob Dylan walked into the room
And said the two of us should write a song
I would find a reason to ignore his words
And tell him where I think they should belong

Sometimes I wake up feeling flat
The sheets are white the dog is black
I hit the fog machine and hide
I just recoil and creep inside
And I can starve myself of friends
Where they begin this one ends
I won’t be coming out to play
I’m feeling really flat today

Even if Bridget Bardot walked into the room
I would hang my head down to my hips
Even if she said “I’d like to sleep with you”
I’d turn away and eat my fish and chips

Some days I manage to elude
The constant darkness and the mood
I raise my eyebrows to the sun
And join in life with everyone
And when I do I witness love
And then I’m made of finer stuff
But not right now I’m sad to say
I’m feeling really flat today