He comes in on his cloud
Avoids my eyes and sits down
Lifts his cup to his mouth
Makes to talk, won't come out.
Minutes pass, I give up
Push his buttons, saying stuff
Nothing stirred, nothing spilled
The way he stares, it gives me chills.
Coma-boy, what's going on inside?
Come on, boy, just don't switch off and die.
If I scratch your arm, spit in your eye
Wont you try, try, try
To come around, Coma-boy?
I speak and you smoke
There's a lump in your throat,
Where the words will get caught
Till they're forever lost.
Take you pulse, take your things
Take your long constant dream
Hang a vacancy sign
on your eyes cos
you're out of town
Coma-boy, what's going on inside?
Come on, boy, just don't switch off and die.
If I scratch your arm, spit in your eye
Wont you try, try, try
To come around, Coma-boy?
Come around, Coma-boy.
Come around, Coma-boy.
Come around, Coma-boy.
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
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