Plastic Surgery

That day you said you sent a letter to me
Never got it anyway
Playing that guilty game
Someone wanted to do
I lie awake with tequila sunrise
Feeling like shit, surprise, surprise
By your lack of empathy

There's really never been a daydream
Didn't leave me smiling
And as I get old, all I say
Makes less sense to me
There's really never been a daydream
Didn't leave me smiling
There's never been a dream
Where dream left me for him

There's something plastic surgery
About this thing called a CD
Something status quo
About a rolled up one pound note
There's something a bit false teeth you say
You never brushed them anyway
There's something credit note
About the age that you can vote
That day you said you sent a letter to me
I think I got it but I threw it away
Something squeaky clean
That makes me

There's really never been a daydream
Didn't leave me smiling
And as I get old, all I say
Makes less sense to me
There's really never been a daydream
Didn't leave me smiling
There's never been a dream
Where dream left me for him