If you are living for the weekend.
And are in a job that is sucking the life out of you.
Or you have no job at all and you feel just like an ice-cream split on the roadway.
And you are in London, don’t want to be there and don’t want to leave either.
And your boss is such an idiot who keeps freezing you with the AC on purpose.
And you‘re having vegetables for lunch.
And it seems that you are growing old without growing up and it’s always raining and it will always be, apart on the Northern Line.
Which gets broken every two hours.
I just wanted to let you know
That it’s not your fault.