Believe I’ve Found / Soundtrack of our lives

2-04

There goes my childhood/there goes all I thought was true

Glasgow, in my red shirt, hungry in the room by the train station, I walk out for chinese take out. circling back with the plastic bag twisted on my wrist they come out from nowhere in jeans jackets and leather with shaved heads and greasy heads and gap toothed growls. There is a version of person who sweeps it all up in his arms and talks and laughs or jokes and buys the beers, the confident, fearless version of me that wasn’t there.