Southwark Station

Look
I swear, ain't been no good at writing love songs
Judging by my language, I should be backing the soap
Like, wash your mouth out
In the shower, hope my demons drown now
I've got a date with destiny, don't need these screaming doubts now
I'm houseproud, shouts to my therapist for cleaning up
Need a little guidance but broadly speaking, I'm keeping up
I've got to head to London, meet a cute little something
Trying to pen a little number on the Tube to Southwark
Jubilee's the one
This ain't some cheap song about some cheap sex
The simple life is dear, use my days for labour
Seeing you on weekends
Strolling by the river with that sweet scent
Could pluck it from the air when you're out of sight, out of reach
I'm thinking this is probably a good start
But I ain't got shit for reference
So I'll probably lose my footing like the room's dark
Tripping over books, they got a hook
Spit a couple sixteens, I might deliver the goods, like

Rocking Ones, bumping Knucks
Wondering how I'm going to cuff
As stations pass like, Bermondsey, London Bridge, Southwark
She might just be in love
Don't know for sure, just got a hunch
Doors will open on the right, left brain's got it covered
Till I see you face-to-face and I can't speak
It's been like this for three weeks
Yeah, I'm losing sleep
Won't you keep in check?
Won't you keep me sane?
Just until we get our next train

I can't seem to get these lyrics done
Pen is leaking on the page, puddles, squiggles meaning nothing
I've got a dozen tabs open in my brain
And they're frozen like I ain't tried turning it off and on again
Trouble with Arsenal is they always try and walk it in
Trouble with these artists is they always write this soppy shit
But life I ain't like that, love ain't like that
It's seeming insincere, or I'm just cynical or trying to fight back
Against this plastic love, shouts to Mariya Takeuchi
She always lifts my mood even when I'm rocking this two-piece
It's twenty-five degrees out, so I'm feeling kind of moody
But then I see you in that sundress, reminded of your beauty
Feeling like a movie
High on serotonin, now I'm writing what I hate
Shit, maybe it's the new me?
I know that real love has imperfections
The biggest flaw I've found is that it's answered all my questions

Rocking Ones, bumping Knucks
Wondering how I'm going to cuff
As stations pass like, Bermondsey, London Bridge, Southwark
She might just be in love
Don't know for sure, just got a hunch
Doors will open on the right, left brain's got it covered
Till I see you face-to-face and I can't speak
It's been like this for three weeks
Yeah, I'm losing sleep
Won't you keep in check?
Won't you keep me sane?
Just until we get our next train

Yeah, big love to Beyond2Worlds on the beat
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