Youngblood

I woke up crushed last night on the marble floor of Stansted
From a fever dream pitched to the song that’s stuck in my head
The glamour’s gone with the last of the gained wisdom
I’m here alone and I just want a best friend to wait
Glorious, notorious
Brilliant paint
Unsettled dust
I fell to pieces so far from where we set course
This glass ceiling weighs heavy on my next choice
Dodging sleep long-faced decisions longer flights
Trailblaze a rhythm as each night comes alive
Glorious, notorious
Brilliant paint, unsettled dust
Proudly living and loudly singing
Blood runs younger every day