to run about with no style chasing
her around dundee
making sense about as much as
nonsense is meant to make sense
sleeping in ’cause i’m mortified
to go outside today
all this time and i have changed
so much but sometimes never

keep in time

all my love i am leaving here
because i cannot cope
with yer man touching you and
patronising me
what’s his game i don’t give
a toss about what he’s to say
for himself or for anyone
for that matter

keep in time

all this time i’m thinking
if i could make you love me
i’d be better this time
– swear to god
i’d be better this time