My Luminaries Follow

Petrol Station Union Jacks

Whilst driving in my car I've often considered moving sideways, if just to see how far I can take this body before it disconnects. With just the slighest of movements I could be buried in an instant, mortal as the morning I was cut from my mother's abdomen.

Its been a long day and I'm so tired right now

Often when we're talking I wonder do you even know me? How have we come to be like this? So deep into unknown territory. I long for a soul mate, someone who feels the way I do about a change in the workplace, about change in the human race.

Tell me its impossible, like it was gospel, amen

There really wasn't anything, there really wasn't anything, always with the stupid things.

I apologise for what I haven't given to this world, but doesn't anybody want to say something? to even change just a little thing? I'm between a rock and a hard place, they'd probably all think I wasn't so well read or your regular pot head or a hippy or something.

Petrol station union jacks do not unite us as one.

There really wasn't anything, there really wasn't anything, always with the stupid things.

To speak with such sheer sincerity, and say only what you really mean to me.

There really wasn't anything, there really wasn't anything, there really wasn't anything.