If I could just spill my mind...

With or without

I’m waving myself goodbye

You’re swimming round, you can’t get out

The sides have upped to London now

Like everyone that you know

You’re treading on, the last to go...

Stuck on the words

“I need to sort my life out”

And I hate that I’ve tamed my kindness

How fickle the mind is, ooo

I’m feeling lady-like

I’ve had enough of all the yups

Going on about their stuff

They’re all in love, at restaurants

Aubergine and apricot…

But sometimes I’m maybe

Afraid that there’s no feeling like it

Afraid that there’s nothing else

And maybe I’m wrong after all…

I’ll peddle on to forty-one

The Hambledon’s my Avalon

Cardigans, the Guardian

I wasn’t born a partisan...

The cousin in me of someone

The moment your mum was my mum

Lowswimmer, lowswimmer, lowswimmer, lowswimmer

You’re feeling those feelings

Goddammit let me feel some more