Inordinate

Cup our hands to catch the blame

feel left out if there’s no shame

Well, I guess I came to London

‘cos no-one knew my name

sick of working overtime

writing stupid games

A place I’d heard romanticised

in Pet Shop Boys songs

the city knows no favourites

I could do no wrong

Sometimes I talk the wrong words

Sometimes I kiss the wrong birds

and hit the floor

without ever falling down

Sign a figure of hate

focus on the wrong man

You run around in circles

Catch yourself if you can

Throw toys into the void

wait until they make a sound

insecure and paranoid

and never coming down

I’m not a proper person

You don’t dream like me

I’m not like normal people

You don’t have to believe

It really doesn’t matter

You say that I’m the same

Watch the snow-globe shatter

Lose the pieces in the rain

Ignorance is bliss

That much is true

I wish I could forget

How much I loved you

I know I’m not alone

And I’ve got what I need

This empty bed’s a blessing

and I no longer bleed