If we get through for two minutes only it will be a start! - Paul Weller

If you're wondering by now who I am, look no further than the mirror,
Because I am the greed and fear - and every ounce of hate in you.

The morning slips away in a Valium haze and catalogues,
And numerous cups of coffee,
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost -
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery...

Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young.