You wouldn’t leave the baby in the snow, so why leave me? It feels like only last week that I was down on one knee. And now I work in the post office, and I can’t get up. Stocking Lucozade and cashing giros, I’ve had no luck.
But I’m coming back, man, and I’ve got a loan. I think the hardest thing’s actually just been getting used to being on my own. And I got 600 for the car from the woman that runs the Shell; she said she’d bring me cash three weeks ago, but she hasn’t been well.
And once that comes through and the job picks up, well, I’m well on my way. I met a nice girl that runs the checkout, too, and she started chatting to me yesterday.
Slowly things are picking up, yeah, they’re well on their way.
“I think saving is your best bet,” said the man in the bank. He thinks if I put a bit aside each month, then I can get a nicer flat. And until I have a place that I can show my parents round, I can’t start picking up the phone again and stop hiding from you in town.
Slowly things are picking up, yeah, they’re well on their way.