sir (original song)

hello loves ... another song! this one’s about roadkill and existentialism. enjoy! I’ve had to make a new instagram (@jasratch) after a rather dramatic hacking scandal, so if you fancy following me on there... please do! and as always im posting a lot of short stuff on tiktok and insta for your viewing pleasure. LINKS instagram tiktok @jasratchford?_t=8qSRx6FnkQr&_r=1 spotify patreon (for downloadable demos) monthly gigs in London! LYRICS Everything is still Two wheels on the pavement I make no secret of it I dont get on with the road And they shoot to kill One hand on the trigger Dont make a meal out of it I won’t deal well with the cold There’s his cup on the side There’s his head at my feet There’s a lifetime gone by In the concrete What’s your name, sir What’s your number Is she on the sofa waiting for your call? Was your chest tight In the headlights Did you see it coming? Press your eyelids On the gravel As another nighttime falls Is the bed cold As her heart folds No you in the morning… Everything is dark Finger on the light switch Click and the room is empty She’ll rub her eyes and take stock And its half the fun Portraits on the mantel Pieces falling Headlights roaring off There’s his cup on the side There’s his head at my feet There’s a lifetime gone by In the concrete What’s your name, sir What’s your number Is she on the sofa waiting for your call? Was your chest tight In the headlights Did you see it coming? and I’m only a girl this is only my lot this is only the world. and he’s only a fox ... what’s your name, sir?