Slumped on the pillow, I froze & I dawdled

I'll join you in a minute, I'm totally closed from the moment I caught up

Inside out, all around me

I know just what it feels like

I'm calling out the Lord Luck

Is this really what it's going on to be like ?

When the colour runs, and the young is gone in me

I really hope to God I'm over it

I'm calling out to Lord Luck

When you gonna come ?

When you gonna come to me ?

That ugly little waste of privilege

And middle guilt potency
And I don't wanna be the distant son

Sugar enough will keep me up, Oh so poignant one, you're all the same to me

Stephen says 'fight this generation', I'm afraid I'm tangled up in it and I wouldn't want to bring you down, with the less that I know now...