It's those Thursday nights I can't listen to He don't love me Because that's what I play When I feel like breaking my heart I need to be happy now I need to make art I feel 16 going on 17 Although I know I'm a mouldy 14 going on 80 Nail polish smells like tomorrow Like well washed sky scrapers The face of a faceless future My bedroom looks like it's been regurgitated By a unicorn or my confused fairy godmother My unenthused cheerer- onner Today tis the night I am lying in a sky of cacti I am dancing on a field of heart shapes I am falling but I have learnt how to cartwheel And then when I see you It will be the same Because we have never talked You probably don't know my name But it's okay It's so much safer this way