The neighborhood that I live in, I’ve always seen as home. At certain times at the evening, It’s like a no-go zone.
Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. And I’ve got features I quite like And don’t mind keeping.
But I still walk the side streets home, Even when I’m on my own. If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, I wouldn’t set a foot outside.
You say I live in a bubble, I find a bubbles best. I don't think of the trouble Just turn and head due west. Quite light on my feet if I ever need be, As I zip down the street, No one ever sees me.
But I still walk the side streets home, Even when I’m on my own. If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, I wouldn’t set a foot outside.
I’m tempting fate, (I know, tell me about it) So nonchalant, (I know and I don't doubt it) I’ll probably get it tommorrow.
Till then I walk the side streets home, Even when i’m on my own. If I let myself believe…