Beers Before The Barbican

In a life that's wrong and hung around

I'd probably wet myself with all the talk

Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed

I'm not looking to defend this attitude

Your dress is perfect

Your shoes are strictly you

Your speech is articulate

And your eyes were too

I remember once when you did acid as a kid

There was a moment when you seemed so in control

I was straight, out of my head

And you would kindly share your visions with me

I'd like to share one with you now

You stand there erect

You are bracing for the crash

There's things we will send

I just want to let you know

Our thoughts for you will never end

Now we've had a cause to laugh

And generate this social gaff

Of feeling less compassionate for some

I realize the gravity

To interfere with your tragic time

Word has it that your friends all want to help

Stripped to the bone

And carried away on your own

Outstanding debt

You cut yourself

and then you make a mess of it you're gone

I'm sure I'll never send this

and it seems a bit peculiar

but you know we never talk of heavy things.

if we get a chance to see each other in the future

I am sure we'll find a way to deal with it.

I'll walk out with you