I've got a fragile grip on reality, that's why drugs don't really work for me. I've got a complex relationship with safety, that's why I cry if you raise your voice at me. I've got a worsening situation with memory, in that I can't remember what was said to me and I think it's down to anxiety but I need someone to explain it to me.

And I know that the world is burning fast and I don't do a thing, don't get off my ass. We even laugh at the people who do, is it heartbreaking, is it heartbreaking to you?

I've got a poor understanding of politics since I stopped reading books by anarchists. I've got a balancing act with no house to rent while I move between the bricks and cement. And I think I'm waiting to be radicalised by our disappearing human rights and I know that rage will come back to me once I've had my fill of complacency.

And I know that the world is burning fast and I don't do a thing, don't get off my ass. We even laugh at the people who do, is it heartbreaking, is it heartbreaking to you?