The little drummer boy well he's all grown up now
He's got a stable job and a house that's not falling down
He's got a girl and a cat that he feeds every day
And he loves her very much and she keeps those mice in the kitchen away
And his bipolar disorder it's getting somewhat better
With a little help from the cat and the girl in the Ramones sweater

But he's still got time at the weekends to lock himself in his room
To get out those blunted pencils
And to do the things he used to kind of hope nobody else could do

The crazy girl in the glasses that he fell in love with when he was 16
The one who said she'd never stop running but now measures in metre sticks the places she's been
Heard she'd moved up to London and now rents a small flat in Enfield somewhere
Works a low wage job for the local paper, writes protest pieces to the mayor

But on Friday evening (when the light lasts a little longer) she heads down to the tracks
Gets a train up to Regent's Park
To see her animals and do the things she wished she'd done when she grew up a few years back

The smiling girl who said she was her bestfriend when she was 15
The one who carefully planned her life out but now secretly misses the little things in between
Works a high-class job in the city but has little time for her dog and her shitty little daughter
Who doesn't give a damn about her

But on the 15-minute journey to court every morning and every evening
She finds herself immersed
Wandering but not lost
Marvelling in her latest purchase of a show of finely crafted words

All my friends are moving on
One day I'll wake up and they'll be
Moving away from this sordid display of affection
And these little rural towns in the south-east of England
And I wonder if they'll take a quick look over their shoulders
Before they get flats and have kids and get married and grow older

So all my friends are moving on
One day I'll wake up and they'll be gone

We must grow up and yes we must grow old
But that doesn't mean that we should stop trying to fight it
We must grown up and we must grow
But that doesn't mean that we should stop trying

They say 'existence is fleeting and resistance is futile'
I say 'fuck that - live life like a forgetful child'
Live life like a means to an end and you'll reach the end much faster than you mean to
Find escape in the liminal stages: in dusk and dawn and everything in between
Everything in between