demons

sometime in the third or fourth lockdown
i was on my seventeenth or eighteenth breakdown
things had just fallen apart
she had broken my heart
and i said 'let's go to the city'

manchester always looked pretty
but all lonely and feeling shitty
i think it hit different
somewhat less vociferant
i still think about it a lot

i think you'd kill me if you knew
how much i cling to the past
and i'm not moving faster
like i probably should

just need a moment to recalibrate
find my bearings
correcting course

gone from just chilling
to near three years later
and i'm still playing catch-up from 2019

singing 'bout permanence
i don't prefer my loneliness
i just want to make that clear

what's it like on the rich side of town?
does everybody look at you like a demon?
i thought you'd never be caught dead
living downstairs from those you thought wouldn't want you there

what's it like back on my side?
well the neighbour's still loud but i drown it out
would i be crazy to move
when i got nothing to lose?
sometimes it's like you never left