LOVERWORLD

Love a dumb world, love a numb world, love a world of pain Another young love, lapsed, long lost to the London rain Learn to love a world so sad yet so excites your brain Learn to love that LOVERWORLD world Love ghosting through the function Frictionless consumption Love a life that’s either cool for cats or up the junction Love tent cities, smoking superkings, in empty flats Don’t you love what Sunday’s guilt does to your Strava stats? Love Mellow Magic and the midnight men of Marble Arch Out there chopping onions, holding tears back, from the rain-drenched dark I met my love: all zones off peak Our love’s a zone only known to you and me Love dumb rave chat and the clatter of the Thameslink bridge Love having more than two things in the fridge Love Tankie Says Relax Love commuter chaos and the Euston rats Brazen influencer bandits and the fallout from the group chat spats Love a bus fight, love a green wash, love a perfect ten Love undiagnosed signs of serotonin depletion in men Love a life that seems to move, these days, eight times the speed Which means four loving lifetimes, left, for you and me Love a train fight, love a head loss, dopamine Love being factory farmed for feelings through a smartphone screen Love booting up the football gossip knocking shop Panopticonic fascist shit on X that turns your brains to slop Love detox washing tablets, plant-based toothbrush heads Unexpected night sweats and the latest breakthrough weight loss meds Love another Heavy Traffic white wine art-speak slot Love a row of shut down shops propped up by the local goths Love the bull run and the bed rot and the beer garden bump Love squeezing out your margins for the pump and dump Love a song that makes me sigh and feel like eight jet planes Returning from some distant future, all bathed in horizon stains Love e-girls, gooners, drainers, and their Deftones tatts Little pregnant pockets laden with ecstatic kompromat Love algorithmic brain death, markets, time itself Love a ticking climate clock and picking lifestyles off a shelf Love the bullies and the boring, the dim, dull and twee I don’t love a single thing that doesn’t sing to you and me I don’t love a single thing that doesn’t sing to you and me I don’t love a single thing that doesn’t sing to you and me