A loss of a life on the M25 buys me another hour
A once in a life time chance
To render claims things aren’t like they were
Unjust with a recollection of tonight
The minutes are leaking away
As I’m juggling 99p candles out of my hat
Anything to recontextualize the tone
That dead pork roasting on flames can conjure
Especially when spoiling in a council owned cage
40 on the clock and I’m fumbling by the stereo
Trying to recall a reaction
To each enlistee from a car boot CD collection

25 on the clock and I’m panicking at the wardrobe
Did the blue suit reminder her of her old teacher or…
She’s due at the door any second now!
I know it’s not much, I know we ain’t got a lot
But I’d like to think the results count
At least for more then the thought could
Things feel so still right now
But if we got each other it’ll be a little better