Lambert never had much craic/But when I heard her say that you were back/I almost lost my balance there and then/I dreamed of all the hours we spent/Making plans, the best of friends/But did we all get what we wanted in the end? I guess that just depends.
New years eve hanging out on Palace Green/Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed/Midnight came without much fuss/You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes/and shattered all our dreams.
And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed/Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops/The way I say my name/But I can’t put my faith in/Received pronunciation/When your stories clutter corners of my brain/The sad little refrain/A feeling that remains.
I still remember you and the adventures that we had/And even at our worst we weren’t really all that bad/Nostalgia can be great from time to time/But to tell the truth I’m struggling today/Why’s it gotta feel so sad?
Same time next year/I’ll meet you here.
Please take me home/I think I might cry/I’m sad but I’ve no idea why…