LOSTBOY (SAM BATLEY)

Green lighter fluid and indigestion Too much sprayed weed brings about lethargy and headaches for the walk home, Eat all you can in the twilight Piss while you walk No cares in the apathetic beside the pathetic. Pull out the mattress from behind the 3 seater, Set it down by the fire. Wake up and put it back again In the weird arrangement Too fearful to move on, Dont wana stay in Dont wana go out. The tea tastes like shite, You know I don't take sugar. Three beds are too small for 4 heads Adolescent pangs often turn red with anger in the unfinished kitchen. Its shit init... Ye it is... Topic of conversation in the conifer ginel Smoking richmond supers Picking at the breeze block. Times a mystery how can it drag like it does And speed up when it doesn't. Too much time on young hands. Too much. The footballs lost its leather from the concrete floor. Peeling. While the pub and its benefits of warmth Seem better than sitting under a floodlight. They didn't really bother you too, Even if you can't afford being there. Knowing full well that in time a large proportion of your days will be spent handing them your money. Formative young man establishing himself among the hierarchy of lost men.