It's Going To Be My Pink Pyjamas Tonight

I'm a little bit lonely,

and on the verge of being too nostalgic

I'm a little bit crappy,

and a whole lot aching for home

I'm beat,

and probably too dead-tired

I'm putting on a brave face,

and on my heart is a faint echo, just a faint echo

I drank two cups of warm tea,

and my senses won't just calm

I'm 23 years old (imagine that!),

but tonight it's going to be my "cry myself to sleep" scene,

aching so much for my mother's lulling me to sleep,

which I definitely couldn't have

So it's surely

going to be my pink pyjamas

tonight