Mr. Bubblegum

Then Oscar said something else you’d thought blue

I’ll call her your name if you want me to

And set aside that worldly fling

Well six years don’t have wings, but babe believe they flew

And yet it still feels mine

How could I ever want what was never fine

But now you won’t believe it’s true but..

A psychedelic kids extra, on Highbury Fields, thought of you

Joe pinch me,

we’re in the hands of Zara’s styling team

The Macaulays are informing me on what fame really means

You still occupy everything

Cos since Weather, it hasn’t gotten any better

My 12 in Kennington can wait

We’re on the precipice of something bait

Well Joe, you know they’ll...

They’ll never be the same as us

And if you ever hear this just go and think of us

Four boys died on that Beatles bus

Freckled, love is now a cold metal

Since Weather, It hasn’t gotten any better

My 12 in Kennington can wait

We’re on the precipice of something great

We bring the bad weather

And I should’ve let, you crawl under my skin

Let’s begin again

For the last time, Christ

La la la la la

Could have been anything out of life

It’s only now it stabs late at night

After 3 months call me just to say

Give back my favourite jeans

Take back what he said to me

Maybe it’s better alone

Give back my favourite jeans

Take back what he said to me

Why do we have to pretend?

Let's begin again, begin again, begin again

I can handle being the 3rd best guitar band in London

But baby just let me be first at something

And now you won’t believe it’s true, but

A psychedelic kids extra