It’s not likely that we’ll calm down when we could parody ourselves
Standing on a fine line a hundred feet above each lie we tell
And wasn’t it like us to find ourselves a negative in this?
Wasn’t it like us to focus on all of the worst bits?
I had a feeling in my stomach that you had more to say
Well ain’t it always the way?

Yeah I know it’s tried and tested and it’s healthy for your soul
But I’ve got a brand new set of strings and an old cereal bowl
And that’s all I’m gonna need today, it’s all that I need everyday
It’s all that I need everyday

I spent half a decade looking up to Conor and to Bob and Jeff and James and Mark and Thom and Joe and Win and Kimya and John and Robert and Laura and Sufjan and Tom and Leonard and David and Regina and Kurt and Woody and Wayne and Elliot and Ben and it doesn’t do comparing myself to them all again
I’ll just get on here with my sentimental noise
Half of it’s necessity and half of it is choice
I might do a Masters in The Science Of The Soul
And then head back over to collect my dole
‘cause I could go mad here any second I am gonna break
Unless it’s all been a dream and suddenly I’ll wake
Into a room into a Here into a screaming present tense
Into a spot that’s ruled by shutter speed disguised behind a lens
And wasn’t it like us to find ourselves a negative in this
Wasn’t it like us to focus on all of the worst bits
I had a feeling in my stomach that you had more to say
Well ain’t it always the way?