“Why do you like pop music?”
His voice like sour grapes,
Judging me from below
In his beige slacks,
In his beige world.
Because it makes my heart beat faster,
I write the lyrics in marker on my bag,
On my heart.
The excitement is electrifying
It makes the sky sparkle.
Wembley Arena, lights dimmed, voices raised,
Pure fucking emotion.
He owns The Beatles ‘1’, of course,
No irony in his magnolia world.
*press play*, drift away.