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.