Love a dumb world,
love a numb world,
love a world of pain
Another young love lapsed,
long lost to the London rain
Learn to love a world so sad yet so excites your brain
Learn to love that love a world, world
Love ghosting through the function,
frictionless consumption
Love a life that's either cool for Cass or up the junction
Love tent cities,
smoking super kings in empty flats
Don't you love what Sunday's guilt does to your Strava stats?
Love mellow magic in the midnight men of Marble Arch
Out there chopping onions,
holding tears back from the raindrench dark
I met my love, all zones off peak
Our love's a zone only known to you and me
Love dumb rave chat and the clatter of the Thameslink bridge
Love having more than two things in the fridge Love tanky says relax,
love commuter chaos and the Euston rats
Brazen influencer bandits and a fallout from the group chat spats
Love a bus fight,
love a greenwash,
love a perfect ten
Love undiagnosed signs of serotonin depletion in men
Love a life that seems to move these days eight times the speed
Which means four loving lifetimes left for you and me
Love a train fight, love a headloss dopamine
Love being factory farmed for feelings through a smartphone screen
Love booting up the football gossip knocking shop
An optoconic fascist * on X that turns your brains to slop
Love detox washing tablets,
plant-based toothbrush heads
Unexpected night sweats and the latest breakthrough weight loss meds
Love another heavy traffic white wine art speak slot
Love a row of shut down shops propped up by the local goss
Love the ball run and the bedrock and the beer garden bun
Love squeezing out your margins for the pump and dump
Love a song that makes me sigh and feel like eight jet planes
Returning from some distant future all bathed in horizon stains
Love e-girls,
gooners,
drainers and their death tones tats
Little pregnant pockets laden with ecstatic compromat
Love algorithmic brain death,
markets,
time itself
Love a ticking climate clock and picking lifestyles off a shelf
Love the bullies and the boring,
the *** dull and twee
I don't love a single thing that doesn't sing to you and me