Outside In Colour

About the niggling self-doubts and self-criticisms we all go through, and trying to disguise them with a veil of confidence.

Of course we're slipping in the January frost

I've given up the hope of finding something better

Should I run, Should I walk?

Should I change my name and my address?

Or should I do, whatever you think is best?

Everybody wants to be cooler than they are

All pretensions to some far-fetch ideal

Who's better now, who's in vogue? 

All fashions come and go, so feeble

All personalities fluid, in free-fall

Let's feel like we're outside in colour

But what I want is unobtainable

And I'm sorry I'm not like my filtered-pictures

We're all losers and fractured, set-up to fail

I'm crashing and melting in the summer's light

And still I'm where I was a year ago

I'll break my own heart, in so many pieces

Should I write you a poem, my dear?

Or let you destroy yourself in fear?

Everybody hides away behind the electric fence

But all judgemental of others

Are you any better than me?

Who's to say what should be perfection

Who's to say that we're worthy of affection?

Let's feel like we're outside in colour

But what I want is unobtainable

And I'm sorry I'm not like my filtered-pictures

We're all losers and fractured, set-up to fail