Negative Script - Sleaford Mods

I favoured being out of it

But I got tricked by my tiny mind

I didn’t want to sit here

And loosen up to a rhythm I thought was tight

I still want to be rid of it

I favour being dumb

I don’t want an awakening

I don’t believe in fun

I favoured being out of it

But I got tricked by my tiny mind

There ain’t no sun down there

No breaks for all this kind

There ain’t no filth in summer

Where wheat grows from the shine

What breaks the skin in this

Of aging life’s true mist

Of all the grief in bread

The dough brings when it’s made

The light gets faint and timely

While you go out your mind

The bus don’t smell of roses

But the bins are always kind

I’ll take it as it comes lit

No change from whatever note

These street lights are the pointers

On the cold and quiet roads

I favoured being out of it

But I got tricked by my tiny mind

I didn’t want to sit here

And loosen up to a rhythm I thought was tight

I still want to be rid of it

I favour being dumb

I don’t want an awakening

I don’t believe in fun

I favoured being out of it

But I got tricked by my tiny mind

I don’t wanna flip the page

Of my negative script

They cornered my young age

And ran away with it

I don’t wanna flip the page

Of my negative script

They cornered my young age

And ran away with it