✎𝑨𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒂

You think he'd realize

But he's infatuated with ideas

Of possessions and far-flung social policy

His daddy works on the Council
The missus loves the silver spoon

Swore she'd never kiss a Tory

But this boy was too good to lose

And I'll listen carefully
With ears pressed to the floor

As you make your way downstairs

You haven't got far to fall

Now it's red, now it's dead
Now it's everything she needed
Now it's four open doors
Pillows pressed under your knees

Now it's a sad, sappy sucker

To ensure a happy ending