I'm a safe bet
Imma settle
When the status quo speaks
I don't meddle
I got lazy in the middle
Now the progress will dwindle a little
That's okay if you want to just
Hide away in the past
Realise it's your memories
That dictate the way that you think
And you speak and you
Talk to me about everything
But you don't tell me a single thing
And I'm hoping there are good reasons why
I don't understand the type of guy I am
Always playing catch-up
Relentlessly falling behind
Wedding rings and romantic things
And the promise of life cuts so deep in the night when you don't
It all comes home
You take it or you don't
It's such a hard way
It's such a hard way to learn
That you'll never have what you earn
And what you earn is never enough
That's grown-up stuff
I'm a loose end
I'm a fantasist
A delusion walking anthologist
Used to sell it by the barrel load
Until the plot rolled away down an ugly road
Now the hopelessness has got its hooks in me
Once the secret's out, the jig is up
They know who you are and who you're meant to be
Who I'm meant to be changes every day
What I learned in April I forgot in May
I live ten lives inside my head
A hundred thousand dreams are dead
I think I might be angelic
I'm twenty seven, a relic
I think I might be angelic
I'm twenty seven, a relic
It all comes home
You take it or you don't
It's such a hard way
It's such a hard way to learn
That you'll never have what you earn
And what you earn is never enough
That's grown-up stuff
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head
I flick a switch in my head