He smokes himself
into double vision
Leaves his mind on
an indecision,
Thinks he's invented
imagination
Says that god is some
relation.
He leaves his cigarette
burning on the desk
His clothes and magazines
make up such a mess,
Sitting up in bed
transistor on his chest
In quintessence.
He and his friends
sit around all evening
Leaving their laughter
upon the ceiling,
Seems so funny yet
it leaves me yawning
Then I find it's the
following morning.
He says his girlfriend
lives too far away
Always at a friend's
house or on holiday,
His bible of romance
hides itself away
In quintessence.
A 15 year old's browse
through life,
is fine with his quintessence
safe and sound in mind,
Life's an adolescence
from time to time
With us all
in quintessence.
In the corner with
his book and tissue
All he can do is pretend
to miss you,
Closes his eyes as
he sees her body
Pulls funny faces
and that's his hobby.
On the other hand
love ain't a happy word
On the other hand
love ain't a piece of skirt,
Makes for something
special in your football shirt
in quintessence.