Young Writers Society

(A/N so I'm currently working on another idea for a novel about a girl who discovers her father is a disgraced ex-singer from a band that was famous in the late 80s/90s and in the story this is one of their most popular songs. It's meant to be kind of indie or punk style, or maybe a little like the Smiths. If I get the time over the summer I may record a version of it.)

Antiquated man

And as you slammed your fists against my door

I realised that I was surely meant for more

An antiquated man in a changing world

Who was surely meant for more, for more

Living and breathing yesterday, anachronism

Believing comes hard to those in atheism

It’s all moving too rapidly for a man like me

I find myself lost deep in alcoholism

And as you slammed your head against my door

I realised that I was sinking deeper into the floor

An antiquated man in a changing world

Who was surely meant for more, for more

I can’t help scraping my knees when I fall

Why do you make me feel aneurysmal?

Everything is changing but I’m stuck fast

Sucked in by some black wormhole

I was surely meant for more than this

I was surely never meant for this

I was surely meant for more than this

I was surely never meant for this

And as you slammed your body against my door

I realised that you were rotten to the core

An antiquated man in a changing world

Who was surely meant for more, for more