Her Favourite Song, Badly Timed

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Verse

Green nylon anorak. Two sizes big.
Not mine. Don't ask.
Eleven twenty. He drops it loud.
Same song. Same four bars. Same boy.
We played it in a Corsa with the heater broke.
He drove with one hand on my knee.

Verse

So I stand here and leak.
Full face. No hands. No wiping it.
Twenty thousand people. Not one blink.
A lad behind me shouts the second verse in my ear.
He doesn't know he's shouting at a funeral.
Mascara on my collar now. Fine.

Chorus

Nobody sees me crying.
(Nobody sees)
Nobody sees me crying.
(Nobody sees)
Hands up, I'm still moving.
(Still moving, still moving)

Verse

Girl on my left. Melted ice pop.
Sticky wrist. Paper band uncut.
She holds out the last inch like it's medicine.
I take it. It's cherry. It helps.
Somebody's elbow is warm through my sleeve.
I lean back into a stranger on purpose.

Chorus

Nobody sees me crying.
(Nobody sees)
Nobody sees me crying.
(Nobody sees)
Hands up, I'm still moving.
(Still moving, still moving)

Bridge

Two years of this song being his.
Three minutes forty of it.
I counted. Every time.
He gets the car. He gets the heater.
He gets the chorus.
I'm taking the bridge.

instrumental jazz funk soul

Chorus

Hands up, I'm still moving.
(Hands up, still moving)
Hands up, I'm still moving.
(Hands up, still moving)
Nobody sees me crying.
(Nobody, nobody)
Hands up, I'm still moving.
(Still moving, still moving)

Outro

Mine now.
Mine now.
Mine now, mine.
Mine now.
Mine.
Mine.