Red

When I step outside to enjoy the sun,

I must never forget to put sun cream on.

Is it warm enough or is it all in my head?

It’s too late my friend your skin’s turned red.

Somethings slowly starting to annoy me,

Is it whining clients or a lying Tory?

The angers building inside my head,

Too late my friend your skin’s turned red.

Standing up at work ready to present,

If I ruin this now how will I pay my rent.

The nerves are building inside my head,

Too late my friend your skin’s turned red.

It’s been so long since I’ve been on a run,

I’m loosening up though this could be fun.

I set off too quick it was all in my head,

Too late my friend your skin has turned red.

I’m getting quite nervous in this social situation,

I can’t think what to say my minds gone on vacation.

I can feel the discomfort building up in my head,

Too late my friend your skin has turned red.

My mum just called my grandads passed,

He didn’t suffer it happened fast.

The sadness builds I can’t believe he’s dead,

Who cares what we look like it’s all in our head.