Lost oh so lost
I start to settle down but you can't sit on clouds for too long till you start to sink.
Candyfloss is an improvement but you never get the stains out of your derry air.
Won't you take me home?
Won't you love me and see me and listen to my heart beat amongst the rumblings in my gut?
Veering from one side to the other.
I can't keep still, I can't settle because of the promise of better things.
When i do stop, it's to long for something out of my reach
It's that dress three sizes too small, bought for £3 .
There's no prize for squeezing into a space that was not meant for you.
No victory in change.
No prize for becoming unrecognisable
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