I’ve got this new look based on a time I can romanticise from an ethereally far place
Forget how we got here, just look back and know,
WE did it!

my ancestors would love this one,
so if I’m successful,
make sure to tell mum

Can we call myself Axel if I say it’s true enough?
I saw plenty of betterments supply the world with disappointing veils to a commuter’s life;
it’s an anti-climactic fountain of yutes displaying sincerity for a world provided by bloodshed,
propped up by the back-in-my-day’s I slowly find myself metamorphosing towards in inexorable pursuit for keeping up with the baristas lists for conscious arabica.

My ancestors would love this one,
so if I’m successful,
make sure to tell mum

The world has oven-ready deals to roar at anyone infatuated with anything of the old world that isn’t satin or coming out of a smashed around second-hand Orange amp;
it’s relatable innit?
The way I suppress my moves?
The twirl in her compliments to the echelon of your priceless affection
that’s the right spill.
I'd still adjust to a Fowler’s position to stare at the Eiffel Tower at 9,
those corny lights sure inspire me to listen to pink martini one more time.

My ancestors would love this one,
so if I’m successful,
don't tell my mum.