Sorry for blogging all that lyrics-stuff again. I don't want to tell the hard facts. I just give a few hints (maybe for myself too).

Some devil is stuck inside of me

(Dave Matthews Band - Some Devil)

the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey

and I feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way

I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream

but as bad as I am
I'm proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem

what kind of paradise am I looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me

and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea

and what can I say
but I'm wired¹ this way
and you're wired to me

and what can I do
but wallow in you
unintentionally

what kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want and still I want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

regretfully
I guess I've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that's grey

what kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want
and still I want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

¹ wired |wīrd|
adjective informal
1 making use of computers and information technology to transfer or receive information, esp. by means of the Internet: the economic arguments for getting your business wired.
2 [ predic. ] in a nervous, tense, or edgy state: not much sleep lately—I'm a little wired.
• under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

again the night is the only thing left
now the days are full of emptiness, but
there’ll come times when I’m less depressed
there’ll be coffee and cigarettes

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
we could listen to some of my newer songs
and you would love ‘em ‘cause they always sound the same

again the bar is the first place to go
freedom Friday’s what we’re waiting for
and the drinks are our new best friends
the weekend always includes a bitter end

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
we could listen to some of my newer songs
and you would love ‘em ‘cause they always sound the same

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
we could listen to some of my newer songs
and you would love ‘em ‘cause they always sound the same

and if you ever find the time to come to my place
we could hang out and talk about life and such things
and If you don’t want I’ll just sing this song to myself
it could be it would be my lullaby

(Chris and the other girls - Lullaby)
Watch the video.