Take me up the stairs I said

I don't wanna hear it no more

I'm running out of time and breath

and both are sacred rituals

Throw me down the stairs I said

I don't wanna be here no more

The past has taught me I mustn't be scared

of things I haven't caught

'Cause in the future I don't wanna be a broken screen

I wanna be the height of summer

when the leaves are fully green

But I know only the brave are capable of self-reflection

I spent an awful long time eating up your misconceptions

But I'm not willed to be scared at all

I wanna be somebody's summer sun

Before you win, you've gotta lose it all

I wanna be somebody's laughter

I wanna be everything you're after, oh oh oh

Walk me through the trees and scatter me

among the hills and rough

The customer service chat-bot just called

and said it's had enough

The pen is wet, the page is dry, so scribble the ineffable

You Saturday night takeaway's expensive and inedible

But I'm not willed to be scared at all

I wanna be somebody's summer sun

Before you win, you've gotta lose it all

I wanna be somebody's everything

Somebody's platinum promise ring

The box that Father Christmas brings

The morning chorus singing - oh oh oh

I wanna be, the sum of everything you see

I wanna be somebody's magnet, I wanna be somebody's tablets

I wanna be somebody's Sudocrem, your overflowing savings tin

I wanna be your salt and pepper, I wanna be your Black & Decker

I wanna be somebody's bag for life, your chicken balls and egg fried rice

I wanna be your bathroom mirror, I wanna be your birthday dinner

I'll be your winter coat, your favourite bloke

Your warm seat on the last train home

I wanna be somebody's paperweight, I'll be somebody's aftershave

I'll be your kitchen sink, your favourite drink

I wanna be your everything...

I wanna be your Tesco flowers, I wanna sit and talk for hours

I'll be your £10 note, your golden yolk, your deep inspirational quote

I wanna be your box fresh knickers, I wanna be your king size Snickers

I'll be your closest mate, your second date, your unexpected tax rebate

Your misdirected, uninfected, oven-ready, never-ending