GROWING WILD

I am not an angel — I’m a poor boy — looking for an angle

You are not a young girl — you’re a woman — loose in the jungle

If you’ve got a habit — I’m a dealer — looking for an addict

Got a pocketful of mumbo-jumbo — go ahead, you’ll love it

When it’s late in the city — night creatures crawl out

The rain falls discreetly — it’s almost like fallout

You can see them like forgotten flowers, growing wild

He is not a comfort — once you loved him — but it turned to boredom

They are not your real friends — with their business trips, their patios and their pink gins

Life is not an advert — life is not a slow motion, backlit, summer dream

If you wanna feel dirt — if you’re looking to escape I know a way — I know a way

When it’s late in the city — night creatures crawl out

The rain falls discreetly — it’s almost like fallout

You can see them like forgotten flowers, growing wild