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