Stumbling into the weekend with your **** out
You’ve got a constant pain in your liver
And a daily pressure to deliver for the pervert lurking in the shadows
He’s strangely dressed for a man of his age
With a mouth invaded by pulsating ulcers
Longing to take you into the back of his van
He doesn’t even have to be lucky
Because you’ll allow it immediately, and who’d blame you?
Each word pure filth
Either side of the inaudible mumbling under his breath
If he were a “person of interest” to the police it wouldn’t be a surprise to me
All in the aid of living for a night you’ll soon forget
Is it worth the impending regret when you wake?
Fumbling about for an excuse the same way you make another costly mistake
Because if there’s one thing I do know
It’s that there’s nothing more constant than the changing of the seasons
And there’s evil in each and every one of us
It’s true because I read it on the internet
So even if you don’t believe it trust me one day you’ll see it
In time
Probably after you inhale that gram of coke on your nightstand
That’s if you wake up in your bed and not his
Although I understand temptation is a disease for the weak
In the hope it’ll bring temporary happiness in a world so bleak
Of 24/7 darkness and pure exhaustion
With seemingly nothing to live for
Your eyes tell a story of a desperation and a realisation
Life isn’t anything like you once naively dreamt it would be
But maybe your life hasn’t started yet
And all of this is just a sordid prequel to the triumphant sequel that is your happily ever after
Because I know
You still have childhood love letters you’re afraid to bin
Believing that they still mean something
Like you’re the same desirable person as you were back then
Scared to death if they disappear
You’ll have nothing to give you hope
And your sorry ending will become all too clear
Leaving you with no other option but to accept your predetermined fate of disaster
How sad it is,
That you think like that
How sad it is
That I know you’ll prove me right and that this might be the last time
But I’ve got nothing left to give to someone who doesn’t want to be saved
Now you’re on the brink of being dead again
And that’s the saddest thing of all
Because I think I could’ve been your medicine

Maybe thus far I could be accused of drifting through life
In first gear from 1990 to 2020
I think 30 years of that act is more than plenty
But now the world’s got uglier than just the British weather
Nobody’s on the streets
‘Cause they’re too busy buying loungewear
For the daily chore of sitting around thinking of new hobbies to take up
I’ve never seen so many dance routines
And **** model houses built from plasticine
By people who haven’t used their hands for good
Since scraping ice cream straight out of the tub
But you won’t find me doing anything like that
Or taking part in daily video calls to friends I’ve previously given up
I didn’t care about them then so why should I make the effort now?
Is it empathy or pity?
Compassion or selfishness?
Because when it goes to **** you don’t want to be found on your own
Regretting the time you ghosted them for no good reason
Apart from the fact you didn’t like them at all
But you’re not going to admit that to them now
In an existence of blurry contradictions
Where you’re not even sure what day it is
But all the same
It doesn’t stop you fighting passionately for things you didn’t give a **** about last year
All from the comfort of your armchair
Which I’m sure makes it easier for you from there
Or maybe I’m just being a little cynical
A burnt-out frustrated figure who shouldn’t be so critical
Of someone I have very little in common with anymore
Ever since that coincidental “epiphany” hit you right between the eyes
During a period where you’ve got more time on your hands
Than a prisoner serving life
But I’m sure it’s just a phase, no matter what you tell yourself
It might last a month or two
But you’ll soon be back craving the many ways you can escape the house
And a formerly unimaginably route back to work to
Because although it might seem it, now more so than ever
Life doesn’t just exist online
The nuances of interactions, no matter how socially distanced
Far outweighs a WhatsApp conversation consisting solely of gifs
And one word replies from people who refuse to make the effort
Maybe after a year of this,
We’ll all appreciate each other more
And we’ll find the necessary means to be accepting of everybody
Although, I’m not going to hold my breath
I have faith that there is at least a chance
That a silver lining can be found at the end of 20/20
Or whenever else it might care to show itself