The First Rule of Breakfast Club

I don't want to talk to you no more
Teary on the telephone
I'm waiting at your door

And you can't stand to sleep in here no more The fan is on the fritz again
The clothes are on the floor

Seams begin to burst
Cruel poetic curse
We colour in the lines
And then we know that it's the first
Rule of breakfast club Something I could break Quiet on the other end you say

I don't want to talk to you no more
Spent hours on the telephone
And waiting at your door.
If you can't stand to sleep in here no more
The neighbours playing trance again
The hour 24

I don't want the colour on the television
Last night I thought I'd turn it off
Sky 'a buzzing
Channel static
Lack of vision
Everyone wants to turn you on

So turn the other key
1993
The promise of a restful sleep and sexy Brad Pitt dreams.
Get the Kojak park right outside my heart
The film begins to end and then you start

And I don't want to talk to you no more
The man is on the moon again
There's nothing to explore
And you can't stand to sleep in here no more The blinds they are drawn on again
The sun begins to pour

I don't want the
Colour on the television
Last night I thought I'd turn it off
Sky 'a buzzing
Channel static
Lack of vision
Everyone wants to turn you on
Everyone wants to turn you on