Radiohead

Been thinking about you, your records are here,
your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.
But I'm still no-one, and you're now a star,
what do you care?
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
shit I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
when the other men are far, far better.
All the things you've got,
all the things you need,
who bought you cigarettes,
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?
I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?