I ain't no runaway from some American bank job Nor no fisherman famous for his cod Caught in his Cornish trawler with just nets and no rod Rumour was I had I'd slept with over a thousand little birds All making me breakfast in the morning with a slice of lemon curd But seriously man, I'm just some gimp who's always been a nerd From books of Harry Potter to even Where's Wally? A shop for one in Tesco with a half filled trolley Quick dash to the car on my own, such rain without my brolly I'm happy living on my own without all your baggage Holiday for one, a lighter plane to fill, without your **** luggage With such weight lost, no cakes or thrills, soup just made of cabbage Tuning my senses for a day without your pain Its a hard long slog of which we have to sadly retrain But a belonging I must one day regain #JustMe