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 If Satan had come And looked him in the eye and said "You're my kind of guy, why don't you come away with me? Come away with me" Cause I love you, I love ya, I love ya - that's what she said I love ya, love ya I'd rather speak to Satan himself I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I'm the sleeper