oh oh oh oh oh oh oh sat in vicky park let it all out to a bottle on a bench he said this city is a criminal a highway man a thief stole my perseverance it made off with my mental health it dumped me off at tower bridge with concrete on my feet and im struggling oh and im struggling im looking for some guidance can you spare an ounce of strength so i can take this fucking sorry arse of mine back home to bed oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and the bottle it said everybody makes decisions they regret sometimes everyone makes certain judgements based on plans that never seem to find their way to a conclusion they change tact they double back on promises theyve made to themselves but you wont find the answers at the bottom of a bottle cheap cider never paved the way for any kind of progress to be made but for what its worth its one thing that i know youve got to let some parts die to let other parts grow oh youll always make mistakes youll always fuck shit up you will sometimes make bad choices and blame that shit on bad luck you will often face decisions that you do not want to make and youll find yourselves on paths that you did not mean to take there is always an answer there is always a lesson a lining of silver around every situation and asking for help is not the same thing as failing