Stop To Think

Tell me, tell me the powers that be
Are something to do with me
I’m afraid I’m just like everyone else
It’s nothing to do with me
But I have got to be there
I have got an obligation
The feeling’s everywhere
I know it matters so much but there’s just
Too much to take in a TV break
About how wrong it’s gone for good
I can’t protest there’s no protests
There’s been quite a few
But how many really would you or could you
Fight like mummy’s friends?
They really thought things would change forever
They knew it mattered then
I know it matters now but it’s just
Beating me up
Why I can’t even stop to think
I rest my pleasures, I’m cosy and clean
But I still won’t follow that dream
What do the afternoon small screen speeches mean?
Are they something to do with me?
There’s too much on my mind
Where’s the time I need to find?
To understand which road
I should take before I miss the boat
It’s beating me up
When I can’t even stop to
Think away the hours
Remove me from my fence
And pull me into something
Where I can feel that I’m not real enough for me to feel.