I think I might go home now, it’s been a while too long My stomach’s full of old regrets and lager that’s too strong I wanna be alone now, ‘cause all my money’s gone I need to go to bed and work out where it all went wrong I’m running out of patience, I’m running out of air I know tobacco’s bad for me but I don’t seem to care I need to sort my life out, I need to sort my hair But the barber’s got no answers only stories I don’t care about, and you don’t care about me.

In the big house We sleep with windows down in the big house I know my way around You see there’s seventeen roundabouts between your house and my house I should have learned how to do that when I was sixteen I should have learned not to do that when I was eighteen I should have learned how to care for you and still care for me too You know it’s easy when you look back to reject But keratin regenerates every twenty-seven days You know it’s easy to forget yourself All bodies have histories So run it under the tap Seventeen, in my bed on New Years Eve I was bleeding from my eyes again On the phone to my friends while my skin was eating itself Nineteen, I was in-between friends and dreams and desires and I let life do the work for me I went to Paris and I let my indecision overtake me and underrate me I’m never coming back.

We slide inside and suddenly it bites It’s difficult to stay alive sometimes We hide behind the mask before our eyes It’s unbearable, I wish I could forget it all I’m not broke enough I won’t break down just yet But I’m close enough to contemplate it I can’t concentrate, I’m so frustrated So I procrastinate and waste away instead I don’t wanna drive away and leave you on your own I can’t drive anyway I’d probably have to bump the train ‘cause I’ve got no money on my Oyster card I told you I was going nowhere fast I’m always struggling to feel like me.

I’m trying to change me I want you to see I’m hiding away Lost in a sea of deep green irony I’ve been waiting impatiently for days Through conical waves I’ll arrive eventually Heal me with the lights off All been done before Not copping on Everyone’s a liar, save me Not writing today, the sun’s in the way Who cares anyway? What ever I’ve got to say, it’s all shit anyway Been waiting so patiently to fade Like conical waves I’ll arrive eventually Kill me with the lights off All been done before Not copping on Everyone’s a liar, baby.

I’m conscious of how old I’m getting and how much I don’t have my life together You say just forget it, write it down and maybe you’ll feel Life’s too short for misery but somehow it keeps finding me and lately it’s like I can’t breath: alcohol, cetirizine I read the side effects and it turns out that apparently it can affect the way you think, hinder rationality But I’ve been on the ground trying to fall down right at your feet I’m through, I don’t wanna be like you I am nothing but a forgotten trout lying on the beach covered in sand and gasping for air My lungs have dried up and so have all my ideas You could wish to be something or somebody else but your penny will get lost in the well in the middle of the shopping centre along with everyone else’s If you gathered them all up together there would be at least a fiver and you could buy yourself a can of deodorant or a smoothie Everything costs money and I haven’t got any I could go to the gym and get a lobotomy But I’d still feel the weight of the world on top of me There’s nothing here stopping me All this philosophy But I still let the tiny things bother me I’m through, I don’t wanna be like you I don’t wanna do the things you do I don’t wanna run away and pass the blame Another day in paradox Old clowns in new towns Authoritarians with fake news and vegetarians with suede shoes I wrote you a note but it got lost in the post-modernism We act like everything we’re doing is so important but we know it isn’t The aliens in my television, my screams of indecision make me mistake all of my frustration for wisdom Repeat, repeat on borrowed sleep Round and round and round we go Where are we going? No one knows I don’t wanna sleep my life away but I do it every day It’s like winter lasts forever and summer never happens The agony of apathy Learn to love what you’ve got and not what you wish you had How do I hang loose in an uptight world? And how do I have grey hair and acne at the same time? Compare our salaries and our sanity and then trade it all for vanity The constant dichotomy of human psychology You see the truth is like poetry and most people hate poetry, even me The most important thing is nuance in interaction and that’s why I keep telling everyone to watch The Sopranos I struggle to do anything at all if my heart’s not in it First class train carriages are not for second class citizens The future’s so uncertain, so just shut the curtains.

It’s almost the weekend It’s almost the end.

I’m sick of your suburban entitlement No sense of abandonment You weren’t a mistake and you don’t make them either Now either you’re stupid, or I’m convoluted Or maybe you don’t have a point ’til you prove it I never let other people speak Been stressed out for weeks I just wish I could find out why I’m so difficult to deal with I just wish I could sleep Something must be bothering me Peter out and repeat I’ve been stuck on this constant ebb and the art of conversation always escapes me And all I wanna do is waste the day hanging out out with you Before I met you I was hanging from the rafters on the roof But what are you gonna do when I come crashing down and leave you all confused? Will you still be here when I wake up? Do you ever wish you could cease to exist and have peace and quiet, man Rest that diaphragm I’m sick and tired of shouting it’s getting me nowhere (I’m so tired of shouting and I’m so tired now) ‘Cause I’ve been aching for so long now and I can’t work out how ‘Cause you’re pathetic when you moan Non-diegetic voices scream at me when I’m alone I can hear a storm outside my window Make sure you call me when you get home.

Yeah, maybe I’m just a boy Sedated Never listen, never own up Write it down on my hand and then forget about it Well last night you said that you don’t need love Yes you do and I do too Escaping Let part of me cave in Berated I’ll never be what you want me to be I’d like to hear just how I have done wrong Coalesce our truths I do not know where we are Yes you do and I do too Reaching out Won’t fall back in I’m reaching out Won’t fall back.

Like a bird in a cage I could sit here for days and explain why I haven’t tried to fly away These bars bring me security and yeah it seems quite cool to be free But I’m content with what I’ve got ‘Cause everybody’s trying to be someone they’d really like to meet but they’re not Like a flower in the rain I might look like I’m in pain when actually I’m living naturally Everyone gets thirsty but I hope before I’m thirty I’ll have figured out how to drown it out ‘Cause underneath this crippling self doubt there’s a light that won’t go out Like a fire in a cave I’d be stoked if I could stay even if I keep getting smoke in all your eyes You’ll all sit around me drinking beers and telling stories about how you all love to be alive I’m inanimate, you’re delicate We’re doing all we can to survive.

I don’t wanna be different colours Red and green, what does that mean? Transformer I don’t need to be different people It’s who I am, it’s what I need Why do we have to be built so irrationally, oh Try to get through to me Something you’re actually proud of (Why do we have to be so scared) It’s human error, why don’t you tell her that you can’t have love without a little hate Do better I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired I’m sick and tired, I’m sick I never really feel quite like I’m actually present in time or space, in my own galaxy One day I’ll understand how much it means to be Please don’t be mean to me I’m just trying to figure things out.

Cherry pie and Wilco plays I don’t mind if you can’t feel it I’m disguised as one who waits But I am see through, Perspex Hardly awake You should let it all go Words landing on the tip of your tongue Let them roll off in soluble chunks Monday night, the pilsener gaze Under lights, felt like a movie I’ll be blind to the true weight ‘Cause I am weak and selfish Hardly awake I’ll live through this again And you wait until you see me next year And I’ll live through this again And you wait until you see me this time next year.