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Yeah…
Six days off the green and I’ve got “feelings.”
Proper weird, innit?
Like my brain’s decided to stop buffering and now I’m actually awake.

I quit the smoke and found my head
Now I’m arguing with the toaster instead
Lost my rag with a display stand
‘Cause it didn't move like I’d planned
Running Essentials, running the Market
If there’s a problem, I’m the one to spark it
Give advice that I’ll never follow
Then blame the "Simulation" if it feels a bit hollow.

I’m a professional victim, black belt in the craft
I’ll burn the shop down then complain about the draft
I’ll have you apologizing to me first
For just standing there during my latest burst
Selective memory? Yeah, that’s the gift
Every argument gets a proper remix and shift
You missed a spot cleaning back in '19
But that fifty quid I owe? Never been seen.

I don’t listen, I just wait for my turn
To tell you about the calories I’m trying to burn
You’re telling a story, something deep from the soul
I’ll just say “Mad…” then take back control.

I’m an asshole
Conversation hijack king
You’re pouring out your deepest trauma
I’m explaining my gym routine and the "pump" it'll bring
I’m an asshole
Reality bends around my pride
If I trip over the pavement in Liskeard
Clearly enemies put that there to hide.

Designing posters, making the beats
I’m the king of these Cornwall streets
Catching my reflection in the shop glass
Thinking "God, I’m a high-tier class"
If the views on the video aren't hitting the peak
It’s a glitch in the system, the algorithm’s weak
Mirror, mirror, look at that frame
I’d marry myself and never feel shame.

Empathy buffering… 404 error
Your tears are a minor inconvenience, terror
You’re breaking down, I cut straight in:
“To be fair, this AI track is a massive win”
No boundaries, I’m moving your chairs
Rearrange the house while nobody cares
Then I act confused when you’re doing your nut
"Technically... it looks better, so shut."

Every story, I’m the main lad.
Even a trip to the Post Office turns into a movie.
Sent a parcel once...
Felt like a tactical operation.
Nah listen… listen…
If the Mandela Effect is real...
Then technically… I never actually said that.

I’m an asshole
But at least I’m self-aware
That’s basically therapy for blokes like me
Who pretend that we don’t really care
I’m an asshole
But you lot are still hanging ‘round
Maybe ‘cause without the chaos I’m staring at the thread of the things we used to say
Back when every single hour felt like Saturday in May
Now the silence is a weight and it’s pulling on my chest
Ever since that Tuesday night when I put us to the test
I said some words I can’t retract, I let the ego lead
Planting thorns inside a garden where we only had the seed
Of a sisterhood so solid, thought the walls would never crack
But I swung the heavy hammer and I can’t take it back
You were quiet on the phone, I could hear your spirit bruise
Funny how the one who wins is the one who’s gonna lose
Now I’m scrolling through the photos, seeing ghosts of who we were
Everything is blurry now, a sentimental blur.

And I know it was me, yeah I know I’m the one
Who blocked out the light and eclipsed the whole sun
Over something so small, over nothing at all
Now I’m waiting in the dark just to get a missed call
Yeah I’m messy and I’m wrong but I’m missing my home
And home was the place where I wasn’t alone
Can we bridge the divide? Can we fix what I broke?
‘Cause I’m losing my breath in this pride-flavored smoke.

I saw you at the corner store, you looked the other way
I had a million apologies but didn’t know how to say
That the argument was stupid, just a flicker in the pan
But I stoked it like a fire just because I thought I can
You were always there to catch me when the world was acting cold
Now I’m shivering in private with a story left untold
Is it really worth the distance? Is it worth the empty seat?
Walking down the pavement on a lonely one-way street
I keep typing out the message then I hit the delete key
Wondering if you’re out there feeling bitter over me
Or if you’ve moved along and found a better kind of grace
While I’m stuck here in the shadow of your empty, hollow space.

And I know it was me, yeah I know I’m the one
Who blocked out the light and eclipsed the whole sun
Over something so small, over nothing at all
Now I’m waiting in the dark just to get a missed call
Yeah I’m messy and I’m wrong but I’m missing my home
And home was the place where I wasn’t alone
Can we bridge the divide? Can we fix what I broke?
‘Cause I’m losin