Tangled up in headphone lead
Hot rubber bleeds
Out of your Nikes and onto the shop floor
Now walk like a claw
I draw air on napkins
You dribble down bright lit aisles
Scratching at your smile
And run your thumb along the rims of tins
You use your hands like pins
I watch, drinking coffee

What music do you like?
I like anything that's good

Filling up your boot
Your trolley sighs as you make your goodbyes
You climb into your seat
And touch the steering wheel
And I wonder how you feel
I struggle with complex food

What music do you like?
I like anything that's good

From the carpark you see the sea
The polythene sea
From the carpark