They have their houses, I have the tube
I have a grip, they have a grip; it’s the same
but that’s where the difference ends
and the similarities begin
We eat, we cry we are loonies upstairs
We shed, we try and tell little white lies
And when it’s all over we like to have a bath
Am I talking to you yet?
You lied (again) over that thing
and thought nobody knew
that you kept it hidden from view
Am I talking to you yet?
Across the seas you paddled in that boat
where dead people float and the sharks await
those who lied again and again and again
over such a little trivial thing
Am I talking to you yet?
We knew you’d come round in the end
Now it’s all over we can all have a bath
until the next thing
Am I talking to you yet?
We spent a whole night thinking about it
and we realised that you are not to blame
so there is no need to live in shame
over such a trivial little thing
Am I talking to you yet?
You know that thing? The one thing we know?
Well that’s not all we know about you
and the other things
Am I talking to you yet?
You’re bad but not a terrorist at least not yet
But those other things tell us
its not uncountable for this to add up
We know about these things
Am I talking to you yet?
We know that in a former life you were a star
Am I talking to you yet?
2020 Andrew Watkins
