ta-da

once upon a time you christened me

with chemsex and Persian lime

once upon time you caught me

like i was a butterfly

i hardly recognise you now

shot to pieces Kentish town

i thought i would be glad to see you

you tryn’a make a move

but i just feel bad for you

lately you’ve been losing sleep

you don’t know why

feels like like something giving up in you

late at night

your cigarette it never ends

your customers are all your friends

once i would have been glad to see

you butchering your tunes

but i just feel bad for you

lucky people never fall in love

regulars get extra stuff

call me next time you make a mess

and i’ll see what i can do

now it’s china town you’re all polite

catching up over a pint

and you say you’re good

course you would

as we turn towards the tube

fuck i feel bad for you

bad for you