It had just gone 5 O'clock on a Thursday and true say I'd had a messed up afternoon.
I trained in the morning, I met Nic at noon.
Hurry up girl I'm starving.
You said "
Be here soon".
And that's the one downside to you.
Your timekeeping's appalling.
You know that it's true.
And as she dropped me at the nearest tube.
After that little placed served lunch for two.
She says "
What's wrong Chris.
Why are you so Blue?
Why the screw face.
Why the mood?" I was off to get a tattoo from Dan Gold.
It was cold outside.
I better put on layer two.
She's like "where's your sunshine gone?
You've been playing soppy sad boy bollocks for too long.".
And I knew that she was right.
But I couldn't see past the clouds despite blinding bright lights.
And sometimes in life I would get a little down.
For no particular reason.
See I ain't got a reason to from, alright, my life's build on uneasy ground.
But I work my balance in the gym.
And I've got the mental strength to stay focussed for 10, 00 hours.
And crossing the road at that moment I felt something hit me.
And it was pretty damn hard.
But thankfully it weren't a bike or care.
It was life.
And it was telling me that time was tight.
And if I want to live then I draw the line.
And let of of the past and let bright lights lead the way from the dark.
I lit a spark.
Turned flame thrower.
Too hot to hold.
But on the flip side the reason that my bed is cold.
I was born to be bold.
Bang a ball.
Get a goal.
And I've been aiming at this one since 15 years old – true story – that's all that's told.
Name drops and references.
No jackanory, so barman, come on and pour us a drink so we can toast all the people that never did think we could do it cheers.