This City Isn’t Me
I don’t know where to stand or where to look
Just a twiddling boney thumbs and reading books
Yes I’m capable
So please fuck off
Voices down the hall
Free bed and board at a cost
And every time I’m on my way
North or South I’m a similar kind of state
It isn’t mine
I’ll suffocate
Just give it time
I don’t know where to stand or where to look
This healthy broth was spoiled by including
One too many cooks
I wish I hadn’t made a mess
The last time round was I more than just a guest
Or just a guest
And every time I’m on my way
North or South I’m a similar kind of state
It isn’t mine
I’ll suffocate
Just give it time