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
['bubblegrunge', 'indie punk', 'indie rock', 'uk diy punk']