Walking in the city where my body feels weighty Jogging 'round the garden where my vision is blurry Lying near the seaside till my burns are third degree Running in the forest while my lungs are exploding Carving paths of leisure, pain is for the slaggy ones Craving nasty pleasures, time goes faster than it comes Holding childhood flashbacks like they're automatic guns Driving to the office job that bends our lower backs