Three in the Morning
why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?
I used to think so highly of London. It used to be a beacon of freedom, a separation from my mum’s rules and requirements, my interpretation of Kerouac’s On the Road. I was Moriarty, craving adventure and recklessness, and I guess I found it in a way. What I really found was trouble, the ability to lose myself in absolutely nothing good, and I learnt how to drown more quickly than I’d learnt how to swim.