IT WASN’T MEANT TO BE
i'm choosing my words carefully
dont want there to be any misunderstandings
but i stand by the things i said
there will be no retraction
i'm not trying to go emo
hurt people hurt people or something like that
(something like that)
did i overstep the mark?
it was the wrong time for us
no hard feelings
you'll be the one that got away
you'll be the one
that could have changed things
you recite your lines but i'm left cold
i suspect we could be happier
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
i'm choosing my words carefully
i'm sorry if you got
the wrong impression
but there will be no apology
lets settle up and keep this shit moving
there's a time to be humble
there's a time to be proud
there's a time to be complicit
and there's a time to say shit loud
(it wasn't meant to be)
to say shit loud
(it wasn't meant to be)
you, you made me get loud
(it wasn't meant to be)
see there you are
(it wasn't meant to be)
the real you at last!
i hit a nerve we're right back there
i'm letting you down
at your birthday table
i know i should have stopped myself
but i felt for a while
that this thing was over
a year from now, well laugh about this
a year from now, just like old friends
you'll be a scar i've learned to live with
once we see ourselves from the outside
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
(from the outside)
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
there's a version of our future
where i said the right things to you consistently
there's a version of our future
in which i tried
say hey to adam for me
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
it wasn't meant to be
HOMETOWN EDGE
my story starts at bethnal green
i steal a cigarette from the homeless man
like the city boys in liverpool street
with my 1990s energy
i say a few hail mary's a few glory be's
but when that does not work
i use the magic in me
i use my hometown edge
i'm trying to find god in my own little way
i'm trying to taste god i need to consume him
but the world resists it goes back to 2d
so i change the scene and hail a taxi
the taxi driver has a bad case of the "can't takes"
he needs to hold his tongue cos i'm young black and i'm handsome take me take me take me take me to the west end
but do not pass "go!" do not collect £200
on the strand i blow a kiss to my effigy
over the river where terry meets julie
racing down whitehall the whips have lost control
we're speeding now, non stop green lights
wind down the windows to feel the night air
"faster driver faster!"
i need to feel it in my hair
in my hair
i use my hometown edge