The past

Trapped
Trapped in the past
That's what I do
That's what I am
I just live like I've boxed in my hometown
A firm favourite who lost in the first round

Even when things were going well
You'd find a corner, a corner to tell
Yourself that things weren't going well
You knew people were good at going away

This is a morning trying to sell what's been and gone.

Trapped
Trapped in the past
That's what I face and where I stand
I just live like I've boxed in my hometown
It was unanimous that I lost in the first round

Even when things were going well
You'd find a corner, a corner to tell
Yourself that things weren't going well
You knew people were good at going way

This mornings trying to sell what's been and gone

Tough Luck

Meditation on the bus
I keep on drifting to us (This kid walks past)
says my Mum always smoked
while expectant
If the baby got ill then 'tough luck'
If we became ill
then 'tough luck'

Meditation on the bus
I won't keep drifting to us. (No I won't)
These chemicals will pass
But there's biggest burdens than my heart

Meditation on the bus
I'll spend my evenings half cut ( a sinking heart)
These sleepless nights will pass
But there's bigger burdens than my heart

I won't keep drifting to us
I won't keep drifting to us.

two faced or
off your face
just keep face, resolute
now you know.

Homelessness, a zoo

Homelessness, a zoo
4 pints of milk downed in two
The face you wear in the laundrette
Is the way they look at you
Hurry up, be tidy.
Humiliation is okay
for black and white matters.