London you have torn me in two
An abusive lover, indifferent to my pain
But I still want you.
I hate the pace you set on life
The rushing, anonymous crowds
But I want their recognition.
You lock me out of your plazas
And price me out of the culture I helped create
But I still come knockin’.
What are you promising, exactly?
Anything at all? Or nothing.
For I never found my way
Along your busy streets
You never sheltered me or held me
In your deep bosom.
Our traumatic bond, London
It is all I have known, London
I am afraid to go, London
But I am more afraid to stay.
So fuck you, London. We’re finished!
(But you’ll take me back if I wanna come home right?)