put the book back on the shelf

sebastian you're in a mess

you had a dream

they called you king

of all the hipsters

is it true?

or are you still the queen?

like getting blood out of a stone

the city left you all alone

you came to dance

but there's no poignancy

when they all leave you standing alone

the wider issues of the day

don't interest you

you'll have to pay

for looking at the floor

when people talk to you

you wrote a book about yourself

the people left it on the shelf

you'll write another one

now you've got a story that's worth talking about

are you happy with yourself?

are you talking to yourself?

are you happy with yourself?

put the book back on the shelf

i know the company you keep

you're on the sofa hidden deep

while on the telly sid james speaks

to you like god

you're always looking for a sign

but boy you blow it every time

you hear a voice begin to speak

you ignore it and go softly to sleep