Sate The Worm

I find it useful

To be useless

When we’re talking about the future

Who’s future

My future

I hit a mind bollard

The ghost at the feast

I want things to be easy whilst I make em look hard

I wanna be impressive

Just to sate the worm

Roman nose

Paul mescal

I thought I was witty

But maybe I’m just drunk

A pay to play disaster

A 404 lost server

I could stare at the sun and sea all day nothing happens x2

I want a simple life that’s all

Love in a barrel outside the Albert hall

Drinking from puddles like Diogenes

It’s all the worst things in life that come free

You left me in the corner of the room

With that heat seeking shark

He could smell the thick blood in my head

Stuck me like a swine

It’s not much to ask a bafta for the worm

Make it squirm make it squirm

I could stare at the sun and sea all day nothing happens