The Boy Who Sat By The Window

Been tryna work 'em out for years
But there's so much to see out of the window
I don't know why they stopped me here
But must have been a reason, I forget

Don't look inside, that's not, that's that prize
Don't look inside, but don't look down

The boy who sat by the window
With colorful thoughts flying through his head
The boy who sat by the window
This is some of the story, but it's not over yet

Came to London, found a flat
Smoked a joint, wore a hat
Wore my trousers back to front
Went to [?]
[?] on the door turned me away
Went back the following Friday, got in

I came [?] falling in love [?]
"Are you crazy?" I heard them say
Now all I can see is Vivienne Westwood shaking her head
And [?] got a Westwood bag on his head
He started everything, don't laugh
No one's trying to be funny
Polystyrene knows that I'm dyslexic
I never heard that word in school
I was just a troublemaker

The boy who sat by the window
With colorful thoughts flying through his head
The boy who sat by the window
This is some of the story, but it's not over yet

I'm getting into a bit of spoken word, because
Words are meant to be spoken, haven't you heard?

So like poetry but for queers and our straight friends
'Cause it takes two of them to make one of me, get it?
We're all in this together