Dear Man Lyrics

I won't panic

I did it yesterday

So long

As I'm moving

I won't panic I should think

Any admission of bitterness felt nowadays

Is always

Tinged with not moderate guilt

You partied hard

In your final week

And you wanted to cry too

But you held it

Tripping over all your things in the fire-escape

So this encompasses

Many of the problems

I was forced to acknowledge

That Christmas I broke down

With some broken bits

I felt ratting around

Best days go

Benefit of backward sight

Dear Man

You idiot