John Cale - The Sleeper

Your mailbox is always empty
And your landlord always complains
And you try to forget your past
But it's just adding to your pain
And it's time for one more cigarette

Yes, I slept on your satin pillows
They felt like a second skin
You needn't have looked so helpless there
I was the moth stuck on your pin

Sleeping, I am the sleeper
Sleeping, I am the sleeper
Oh it used to feel so right
Everything seemed new
I haven't changed
It isn't me that's what's wrong with you

Sleeping, I am the sleeper

The sun came up and you'd come back
The door was open wide
I should have slammed it in your face
I should have shot you in the back
That's what Jesus would have done