Dark Of The Matinee

You take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer, relax the fraying wool, slacken ties and I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes.

I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally. I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the girls I hate, the clothes I hate, all the wors I hate, how I'll never be anything I hate. You smile, mention something that you like, how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like.

So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it. What I made is unclear, but his deference is and his laughter is. My words and smile are so easy now. Yes, It's easy now.

So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files you must follow, leave this academic factory you will find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine.