I’m awake again

I overthink at 4am

I am

So easily consumed

I drank too much again

Now I’m spiralling

And my soundtrack is the aching back

Of the city

Dump truck, bike bell

Thumping noise in the stairwell

Stuck at dead ends, with new pain

Still afraid to make a change

You must cross tram tracks with confidence

And if you’re on a bike

Well that’s obvious

It’s not the sweat of the day that seals your fate

It’s the jaws of the city that go

‘Chomp chomp, aye’

Aye

Chomp chomp

Aye

Holding out my hand

We shake on change

Is it crazy if we called it

To go our separate ways

I think last year felt a lot like a pilot

Signed on for sеason seven

Not sure if wе liked it

You must cross tram tracks with confidence

And if you’re on a bike

Well that’s obvious

It’s not the sweat of the day that seals your fate

It’s the jaws of the city that go

‘Chomp Chomp Aye’

Aye

Chomp chomp

Aye

Catch life’s ride like a child

Passenger life never felt so mild

Tick that box in the ballot of a win

You say I look good

Yet I feel so grim

Well hey that blows