No. 1 Hum

Cigarette, like a comfort blanket

It's a strange but particular era

I don't know who I am (like you ever did)

Never stop whining, but ever so polite, yeh ?

Me, at the centre of it all

The individual fallacy is miserable

I thought you knew, of course you do

It's as good time as ever

That's not me fooling around, clearly can't do this healthily

If forcing it is ruining it, come melody sing to me or scream

And in a way i'm so devoted, not today, just cynical

I wouldn't want to let you down, let the retched out, in saccharine & luxury

Seems like I caught the bird, screamed in a fluster and felt it squirm

In shallow bath, was submerged

Alone again in pretentious slur...