A Certain Way - George Ogilvie

I should probably change my aftershave

Though I would only be turning away

The past year’s so bent out of shape

The time I took myself away

When the phone calls came from out of range

The irony of the good old days

I could maybe rearrange my flat

But it would only reinforce the fact

The confidence I lack

In the shadows that I cast upon the words

That roll right off my tongue

The furniture’s done nothing wrong

I’m still cautious of the music that I play

In case it stirs a certain place

The laundromat where my body span and swayed

The churchyard where I often drank

Myself into a cosmic state

A need to feel a certain way

I’ll be outside

I’ll be outside