RETROSPECTIVE

Over the years I think I’ve changed

I’m a bit more manic, a bit more deranged

I’m a bit more lonely and a bit more sad

For the nights and the days that I’ve never had

I’m a bit more distanced, a bit more scared

A bit more worldly and a bit more aware

I’m a bit more uncertain, a bit less “full on”

A bit more a “moron,” a bit less good fun

I’m a bit more wary of friends just like you

Of the damage and pain a friendship can do

I’m a bit more uncertain, a bit more bemused

A bit more doubtful, unclear and obtuse

So don’t screw with my head and get in my mind

‘Cos you don’t want to know the secrets you’ll find