Salad queue man, it’s a long one
Chicken? Spicy and with bacon
I regret the extra onion
Mouth is numb, but still I chew on.
I’m a survivor!
In a suit without a jacket…
without a tie…
In a corporate world but can I hack it?
Can I attack it with my youth?
And is being young still such a weapon?
I take my fork and then my knife and then my spoon
but then I reckon:
Maybe a good meal is enough, in a world that’s real enough
To make feel, like this here deal, with all this food, is good enough
To surrender my control and make promotions my new goal?
Live a life I did not know before a single year ago?
I take my seat, place my tray
I check my phone, long ass day
Counting down until it ends
Knowing it will start again.
I regret chasing you for as long as I did
I regret dreaming moulds that I hoped you might fit
I really wish my naive confidence wasn’t hit
but it was you who first me showed me that song.
For all of the pain loving you made me feel
For the hope and the hype before that shit reveal
It was almost all lies but something was still real
how I felt when you played me that song
I didn’t like listening to it right next to you
I preferred it through headphones alone on the tube
But you know what I’m fair so I’ll give you your due
f**k you but thank you for that song.
I gave a homeless man I saw sitting on the pavement a pound this evening and as I was about to leave, he offered me a poem.
We should all try to stop, smile and say hello more 🙂 It might actually help someone get through a tough time and feel just a little bit loved.