The 1975 - Part Of The Band

She was part of the air force 
I was part of the band 
I always used to bust into her hand 
In my imagination 
I was living my best life 
Living with my parents 
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants 
And my cancellations 

And I fell in love with a boy, 
it was kinda lame 
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my imagination 
So many cringes in the heroin binges,
I was coming off the hinges,
Living on the fringes of my imagination 

Enough about me now
‘You gotta talk about the people baby’

Now I’m at home - somewhere I don’t like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Coming to her lookalikes 

I can’t get the language right
Just tell me what’s unladylike  

I know some ‘Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas’ sitting in east on their communista keisters writing about their ejaculations 

I like my men like I like my coffee 
Full of soy milk and so sweet it won’t offend anybody whilst staining the pages of the nation 

A Xanax and a Newport 
‘I take care of my kids’ she said 

The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet 
It’s like someone intended it  
A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get 

Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke calling his ego imagination? 

I’ve not picked up that in 1,400 days and 9 hours and 16 minutes babe - it’s kind of my daily iteration