this is me this is you

I’m in Boots buying condoms
When a woman hands me her mobile
Her friend on the end
Says she wants shaving foam
She can’t read the labels
I’m trying to hold the phone
And smile at the lady
But I’m carrying two packs of mates
Two for one, so ones free

Free love on cold days
Everyone can see me
Standing in Boots
With the promise of sex
And someone else’s mobile
In my hands

Whilst you, you get in your car
The long road back
You reject the present
And the modern moments
The happiness and the humour
The scandal and rumour
And drive the long road
North and further north
And refuse to give back the keys
Though they’re for a world of work
And paying your way
And loving those around you

So go on then, keep driving
Keep trying to go home
But the home that you knew
Long ago you outgrew
And now it’s just wasting
The time that you have
Hounding those you love
Because you’re scared and you’re lonely
And you’ve nowhere to drive to
That will welcome you now