It came to me like a dream or a nightmare

On the outskirts of you

Running in circles

Wishing to be taken seriously

Only to be misconstrued

I’m in the paint you keep

Putting on your walls

To make sure you never

Are alone

In the house that you will rent out when you buy another one

On the street that is not mine to walk

In the city that is so bound by paperwork it’s lost its soul

I wish it wasn’t the boys like me brutalised on the news

No no no keep the telly on - I wanna watch their every move and evеry linguistic twist

Coz i know that deep down inside

It never seems to еnd

And I know that you like that