it is hard to think
there’ll ever be
a better sprinter
he runs out faster
than the toner
that’s in my printer
it is hard to think
there’ll ever be
a better sprinter
he runs out faster
than the toner
that’s in my printer
I lay awake
all last night,
working out
the omnium,
turning the pedals
of my mind,
suffering from
insomnium.
it’s
been
four
years
since
we
last
met
and
I’ve
not
got
over
you
yet