•I’m not broken. I’m just buffering•

Minimalist electronic house, quirky art-funk, dark British alternative pop

Right.
Tea first.
Then we’ll deal with the situation.

What situation?

Wake up, check the ceiling,
Same old strange familiar feeling.
Phone lights up, I leave it there,
Practise looking like I care.

Kettle on, the world’s all right,
Small domestic miracle of the night.
Someone asks me how I’ve been,
I give the answer, nice and clean.

Yeah, all good.
Yeah, no stress.
Bit tired, mate.
You know the rest.

You know the rest.
You know the rest.

Got a list of things to do,
Number one is making it through.
Number two is finding the list,
Number three is why I exist.

Three missed calls and seven tabs,
Half my brain’s gone on the lash.
I’ve got plans for getting sorted,
All postponed and re-reported.

I’m making excellent progress.

On doing absolutely nothing.

I’m operational tomorrow,
Running low but looking fine.
Borrowed energy and good intentions,
Keeping everything in line.

I’m operational tomorrow,
Just don’t ask me when or why.
There’s a little man behind the dashboard
Waving both his hands goodbye.

Operational.
Operational.

I’m not broken.
I’m just buffering.

Doing fine.
Looking fine.
Everything’s fine.
Give me time.

Funny how you learn the lines,
Say them often enough, they’re fine.
Someone says you’re looking well,
You nearly start believing yourself.

You can laugh and you can joke,
Make a masterpiece of smoke.
Keep the room from seeing through,
Even when you can’t see you.

And it’s not that I don’t care,
I’ve just misplaced the person there.
Somewhere underneath the noise,
There’s a bloke who needs a choice.

A choice to stop.

Just stop.

Maybe I don’t need fixing tonight.
Maybe I don’t need to get it right.
Maybe all the things I haven’t done
Can wait until the morning sun.

Maybe I’m allowed to be
A little less than everything.
Maybe if I let the silence in,
I won’t have to call it giving in.

You don’t have to answer.
You don’t have to answer.

That’s the problem, isn’t it?

Nobody actually asked me to.

Are we fine?
Are we fine?
Are we fine?

Define fine.

I’m operational tomorrow,
Running low but looking fine.
Borrowed energy and good intentions,
Keeping everything in line.

I’m operational tomorrow,
Just don’t ask me when or why.
There’s a little man behind the dashboard
Waving both his hands goodbye.

Operational.
Operational.

I’m not broken.
I’m just buffering.

Right then.
Tomorrow.

Tomorrow sounds manageable.

Define fine.

I’m operational tomorrow,
Running low but looking fine.
Borrowed energy and good intentions,
Keeping everything in line.

I’m operational tomorrow,
Just don’t ask me when or why.
There’s a little man behind the dashboard
Waving both his hands goodbye.

Operational.
Operational.

I’m not broken.
I’m just buffering.

Right then.
Tomorrow.

Tomorrow sounds manageable.

Probably.

Everything’s fine.
Everything’s fine.
Everything’s fine.

Yeah.

I’m fine.

2852/7500

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