Minor Expectations歌词-Louise Connell

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6am you touch your skin

You're an amalgam of men

At least three of whom

Sweat whisky

In 1 hour you'll be at your desk

Chewing gum to hide the mess

Of another Monday evening

Your kid can't meet your gaze

And you've forgotten what your wife looks like naked

And the working week is three decades

Of dwindling ambition

Your water cooler moments are

Excruciating monologues

Soliloquies to captive crowds

It's a clever head that shirks the crown

But ooh you're in too deep

Doesn't it feel like there's something you've forgotten

Ooh you're in too deep

Minor expectations

Too much thinking wears the soul

You're too young to feel this old

There's no new tricks

Just new loopholes

But one thought niggles in the dark

You see all those men you are

And you know one of them's your father

And as you sleep

You see yourself

A child

Who looks just like your son

You touch your face

And find you're crying

As you slowly

Realise you can't remember

Anything about him