I miss who I used to be.
· Oyster card
· Deflector shield
If your heart only sees the past,
How will you ever recognise the future?
Chase your dream but keep in mind
it may keep running faster,
There comes a time to stop
before it all ends in disaster.
The night hangs on you like a stain,
your streets are heavy, under rain
They shine like mirrors you’ve collected,
where filthy, neon love’s reflected
Where strangers march, no time to spare,
some place to be, no chance to care
An angry, hungry, tired nation
trudge from Tottenham Court Road Station
A punctured sky has long begun,
with cranes, all reaching for the sun
They drag up London by its scruff
and build it up all strong and tough
When night drips down like murky ink,
it welcomes every whim and kink
A seedy backdrop filled with lust
and grabbing hands tug at your trust
I must be careful where I tread;
a misplaced step may leave me dead
Those landmines scattered here and there,
explosions come from everywhere
And church bells, oh, you never cease;
a constant chime of disbelief
Sunday was a day of rest but now,
you’ve put that to the test
You know just how to find my tears;
we’ve been together many years
Your blackened heart is cruel and strong
but this is where I do belong.
Whisper softly in my ear,
Three little words I long to hear,
The words for which my heart does ache
Whisper them softly; ‘Slice. Of. Cake’.
Be willing to try
But beware, you may fall
To get to my heart
You must first scale a wall
And if you succeed
Then I’m pleased that you tried
But defeat lies ahead;
It’s still locked from inside.