No.54

I catch the train into just past yours
So I can walk the same way to catch my thoughts
I heard you text and then I heard you go
I use my Megarider cos I know your sort
The bus was late and then so were they
I guess I'll let them off cos they're just my mates

And yet, you tell me a million times
To "shut up moaning"
To "enjoy the ride"
We are, from the rough estates
And who actually cares
When you've got your mates

Walk home after from the night before
You're all alone and your heads right sore
You're stumbling past for 24 hours
I'll nip in to buy some more cherry sourz
I tell myself, "I'll never do it again"
But I know I'll seem the same though next weekend

And yet, you tell me a million times
To "shut up moaning"
To "enjoy the ride"
We are, from the rough estates
And who actually cares
When you've got your mates

You spend the night on the fruit machine
Emptying your coat pockets and your jeans
Take what you got and you can gamble it all
I'm fine to stay out with you afterall
And yes, you can stay out late
but you know full well that you'll get in a state
And sitting in the corner where you're at
You take advice from the bloke in the booky hat