Stop To Think - Jocasta

Tell me, tell me the powers that be

Are something to do with me

I’m afraid I’m just like everyone else

It’s nothing to do with me

But I have got to be there

I have got an obligation

The feeling’s everywhere

I know it matters so much but there’s just

Too much to take in a TV break

About how wrong it’s gone for good

I can’t protest there’s no protests

There’s been quite a few

But how many really would you or could you

Fight like mummy’s friends?

They really thought things would change forever

They knew it mattered then

I know it matters now but it’s just

Beating me up

Why I can’t even stop to think

I rest my pleasures, I’m cosy and clean

But I still won’t follow that dream

What do the afternoon small screen speeches mean?

Are they something to do with me?

There’s too much on my mind

Where’s the time I need to find?

To understand which road

I should take before I miss the boat

It’s beating me up

When I can’t even stop to

Think away the hours

Remove me from my fence

And pull me into something

Where I can feel that I’m not real enough for me to feel.