Some people call me by my name Some people call me things you shouldn't really say Some people don't think you should trust a word that comes out my mouth, well, hey I kiss her every morning Right before breakfast A dusting on my cornflakes And everything makes sense Such lovely weather today Everything is eh okay Some people say that I'm bad at my job Some people say that I don't even care Some people say that I'm an imbecile Who's ruined the lives of so many innocent people, but When the eagles are silent, that's when the parrots talk Someone get me another line I want top hats, I want great British Victorian etiquette I want a pay rise, I want a large fox rug I want an army of unplanned babies starving as they're shot down like heroes I want all the women in my life to stop complaining About how my eyes wander from one to the next I'm goddamn Genghis Khan I stare up from my frosty credit card and say Such lovely weather today Everything is eh okay Such lovely weather today Everything is eh okay Okay Okay

There’s a golden blanket on the pavement today Step outside and you will feel it’s warm embrace The cars go beep but that can they do I’m dancing on the road man Excuse you Today’s one of them days, you don’t wanna waste, you don’t wanna waste Today’s one of them days, that you wanna taste, you wanna taste Don’t you know that I’m shining oh so Trapped in some box man, let yourself go There’s a large dosage of vitamin D, for a patient in the local vicinity There’s nowhere to go and there’s no place to have fun, but This heat’s intense man take your shirt off and enjoy the sun Today’s one of them days, you don’t wanna waste, you don’t wanna waste Today’s one of them days, that you wanna taste, you wanna taste Don’t you know that I’m shining oh so Trapped in some box man, let yourself go Don’t you know that I’m shining oh so Trapped in some box man, let yourself go Don’t you know that I’m shining oh so Trapped in some box man

Staring out the window of a high rise The orange evening begins to glow They built a city with a skyline It’s getting dark and they both know Blood sweat and tears on a page is all it took to To spend every evening watching commuters come home from work, but Recently the traffic’s been congested They looked it up online and were advised to make a swift exit Maybe it’s all lies though, oh maybe it’s all lies If there’s one thing in my heart that I know I’ll miss that skyline Maybe it’s all lies though, oh maybe it’s all lies Burning city in the rear view mirror I’ll miss that skyline Staring out the window of the car I Pull over turn the engine off We left the city far behind yeah Went separate ways I’ll miss those times a lot The golden sun, lights up the lake The car rolls back I didn’t put on the brake I get a call, I see your face Water up to my neck press green for an escape Maybe it’s all lies though, oh maybe it’s all lies If there’s one thing in my heart that I know I’ll miss that skyline Maybe it’s all lies though, oh maybe it’s all lies I’ve still got a picture of you on my phone I’ll miss that skyline It’s much more easy to build up a city then to leave it, then to burn it, always wondering if it’s worth it And it’s much more easy to fall in love with the city, with it’s traffic, and it’s litter, all the things that made you bitter And you’ve got a tiny rainbow on your sleeve With a brand new colour Build up a new city Mix the architecture up You’ve got a tiny rainbow on your sleeve You’ve got a tiny rainbow on your sleeve You’ve got a tiny rainbow on your sleeve You’ve got a tiny rainbow on your sleeve

Don’t squint your eyes Don’t look too far behind It’s hiding in your eyelashes Blind shut shadow back lit Wind kiss makes my lips split A reminder I haven’t let the dog back in yet I really must do that he must be getting quite chilly out there The boiler is broken again so I light a campfire in the kitchen Someone is not going to be happy about that I stare at the dishes and realise that they’re getting out of hand again A midnight handshake and the uncomfortable feeling of what might be in the back pocket of the rucksack, or the apple that fell down the back of the bed Feet sink into the concrete, still wet, not cool I know, I know, I know You’ve been tryna meet me You’ve been tryna find me You’ve been tryna hunt me I just don’t have the time You’ve been tryna kiss me You’ve been tryna spite me You’ve been tryna love me I just don’t have the spine You’ve been tryna meet me You’ve been tryna find me You’ve been tryna hunt me I just don’t have the time You’ve been tryna kiss me You’ve been tryna spite me You’ve been tryna love me I just don’t have the Sticking the knife to the fire alarm becomes a mildly comforting morning route As the days stack up the nights are filled with a familiar hum It’s a nice distraction from the rapidly increasing altitude of the shepherd And the subsequent decline of breathable air What’s left sticks to insides of lungs Toffee pudding, or tar Sorry did I forget your name? The submarine lights flash red A can of coke trapped between David’s fingers Screaming and silence are one and the same to your ears You should’ve got those earplugs earlier I feel, you twirl, my hair, with your, fingers I cry, I smile, I die Sometimes I get really drunk and I aim for autopilot It’s nice to lean back and see where my reptilian brain takes me Sometimes a tree, often a kebab shop, but What I really desire is the next day The reset There is nothing in the world that gives more perspective than a ragingly self induced headache Terrible breath, a membrane of sweat and smoke melted away in the shower, along with petty worries like who am I? Where am I going? Well today I’m going to the kitchen and I’m stretching my culinary fingers by putting a frozen pizza in the oven. Today I’m sinking into the sofa, or I’m scrolling my way into a social media induced coma because actually I’m ill so it’s allowed A hangover is a simple problem with a simple solution, existing is enough, no questions needed, every hour is a step out of the fog but with each step things become too clear. Sticky insignificance attaches itself to the ends of my fingers and makes its way up my limbs seeping into my eyes, desperate for a residential spot in the frontal lobe, I scrape away at it but like quick sand the more I move the more I’m trapped under its immense weight, so instead I ignore it, don’t talk, don’t listen, just play dumb, it’s no big deal unless you make it one I cut myself off from the world by pretending I’m ignorant of it’s pitfalls, in actual fact the world is ignorant of me, how can it know which of it’s crevices I’ve tripped down, which hills are too steep to climb I get on my knees and I pray and I tell whoever it is that I’m talking to that I’m not the boy who cried wolf and yet there is a whisper in my head telling me that I am I bury these thoughts by moving, a train is a room with a view which changes each time you look out the window and I like that but I can see dirty finger nails clinging on for dear life in the corners, it will be an emotional reunion at the station, that I can be sure of The beauty in meaningless is undeniably linked to it’s incomprehensible anxiety, which follows me around which follows me around desperate to be looked at in the eyes and told that it’s a feeling as valid as the rest, but I’m sorry, I just can’t do that, and I know your there, a lonely child facing the wall for speaking out of turn, a hand raised but never picked, a voice stopped mid sentence, no grand plan but, I know You’ve been tryna meet me You’ve been tryna find me You’ve been tryna hunt me I just don’t have the time You’ve been tryna kiss me You’ve been tryna spite me You’ve been tryna love me I just don’t have the spine You’ve been tryna meet me You’ve been tryna find me You’ve been tryna hunt me I just don’t have the time You’ve been tryna kiss me You’ve been tryna spite me You’ve been tryna love me I just don’t have the spine I just don’t have the time I just don’t have the spine I just don’t have the spine I just don’t have the time I just don’t have the

It’s dark, and it’s hailing pretty hard outside The trees sway and uproot Some poor bloke Gets crushed up inside of his car He assumes it would never be him But it’s over before he can laugh And he thinks of the bedroom your in And the calm that together you bring It’s wet Rain’s seeping through all the cracks The marching band plays its song On the drums Some poor girl Is clutching real hard at her chest Chartarum takes its toll And she’s thinking of the car that you drive The cigarettes you threw out the side They never landed very far behind Wake up hungover at Jim’s again Wake up hungover at Jim’s again The town lights up There’s a bite this evening Oven pizza The kettle’s steaming Breaking news is left at the doorstep today You, grew I, grew That’s what we’ll say, On another day When we feel okay, When we feel okay It’s what we’ll say On another day, On another day It’s what we’ll say, It’s what we’ll say On another day, On another day, On another day It’s what we’ll say, It’s what we’ll say And we’ll feel alright, And we’ll feel okay It’s what we’ll say, On another day, On another day It’s what we’ll say, It’s what we’ll say And we’ll feel alright,And we’ll feel okay It’s what we’ll say But for now We brace through stretch marks And wisdom teeth, leave those old receipts At Jim’s