I bang on about The Reds, Pinks and Purples (aka Glenn Donaldson) a lot, but make no apology for that.
This little slice of Marr-inflected melancholy is from 2020. I would say enjoy, but that doesn't seem quite the right sentiment.
You might be happy someday But for now you're a sad mistake The moon is way too bright It's the dead of night, you're still awake Just when you think it's looking up Maybe you haven't failed enough They burned your page in the book of love That's a pain you weren't aware of You might be someone someday But for now you're clearly worse You could always turn their heads around Now your looks are just a curse Get yourself to the hospital Your so-called friends They don't care at all They don't care at all They don't care at all You might be happy someday And things are gonna go your way Go your way
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