Backfoot

July and I’m depressed

Dream of big moon beams through that sundress

My life ain’t really like this now

Five years and some regrets

As I trawl online for some sublet

Do I really want to live here now?

I’ve got the gift of the gab

I’m just like my dad

I’m a rambling man

With a hot set of abs

With all the pain and hurt that it took, I’m always better on the backfoot now

(I’m moving out of the city, taking my bullshit with me)

Full of stress so I call home

‘Have you got some space in that wardrobe for your youngest boy to lay down?’

Big rejection is a good thing

I’ve got nothing to put my faith in

Except the sheer gall I’ve been given now

Looks like we’re starting a band

And having a jam

I’m gonna cancel my plans

And move to Japan

With all the pain and hurt that it took, I’m always better on the backfoot now

Lay my head down and close my eyes

I am not afraid to say what’s on my mind

I’m moving out of the city, taking my bullshit with me