Diana Anaid - Cynical On Waking lyrics

I wake up, my head's soft the pillow's hard and I am lost Hit the ground and laugh aloud, Get up after I get back down Draw the shades, It's a proud day, And I wanna be locked away The radio says its twenty to eight, Its too early or I'm too late I'm shocking I'm shaking I'm cynical on waking I'm raucous I'm rude I'm too good to be true I'm shocking I'm shaking I'm cynical on waking I'm raucous I'm rude I'm too good to be true Strings n me planes and taxi's, notepads free rads cook's n crazies Long days, longer nights, I'm addicted to the glow of the city lights Cold sheets but in house movies, No water but lots of wine Fast wheeling, fast dealing , moving through space and time I miss everyone but I miss myself most of all The city hums the lights are on and the carpet blends into the wall I left blood on the sheets, there were, Tears where my fingers weep On the wall I left my name, Figures heres' my claim to fame