You brighten my life like a polystyrene hat,
But it melts in the sun like a life without love,
And I’ve waited for you so I’ll keep holding on,
You know when someone makes a clear effort to move out of your way, so that you can pass, and you say ‘thank-you?’ Well, apparently not in London, you don’t.
That relief when the person sleeping next to you wakes themselves up after snoring loudly.