作词 : Jamie Squire/Matthew Healy/George Daniel

作曲 : Jamie Squire/Matthew Healy/George Daniel

制作人 : Matthew Healy/George Daniel/Jack Antonoff

She was part of the air force

I was part of the band

I always used to bust into her hand

In my imagination

I was living my best life

Living with my parents

Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants

And my cancellations

And I fell in love with a boy,

it was kinda lame

I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine

In my imagination

So many cringes in the heroin binges,

I was coming off the hinges,

Living on the fringes of my imagination

Enough about me now

‘You gotta talk about the people baby’

Now I’m at home - somewhere I don’t like

Eating stuff off of motorbikes

Coming to her lookalikes

I can’t get the language right

Just tell me what’s unladylike

I know some ‘Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas’

sitting in east on their communista keisters

writing about their ejaculations

I like my men like I like my coffee

Full of soy milk and so sweet it won’t offend anybody whilst

staining the pages of the nation

A Xanax and a Newport

‘I take care of my kids’ she said

The worst inside of us begets that feeling on the internet

It’s like someone intended it

A diamond in the rough begets the diamond with a scruff you get

Am I ironically woke?

The butt of my joke?

Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke

calling his ego imagination?

I’ve not picked up that in 1,400 days

and 9 hours and 16 minutes babe -

it’s kind of my daily iteration