Tick-tock aftershock
Get ready to go
You’ve been pressing your nose against the window for far too long
Set your standard on another peg
Sidestep the dregs
Trouble to decipher between
Too keen to ever step back
Appreciative when it comes to all of that notorious slack
Stacked up
They really ought to have known better
A ladder of sorts, only if you dry off your quiff all over again, stiffen that upper-lip
No resentment necessary
Strip the whole outer layer down
You get to shine whilst the rest come crumbling down
All round
Your glory-show – tip-toe, careful sounds scriptured
Peep-holes earmarked in your every waking honour
Pick ‘n ‘ mix
The perfect swarm