Tonight, I thought about writing a song. I had an idea floating in my mind and I was going to pull out my synth to try and work it out. Before I had a chance to, I thought to myself; what is the point?
I then went back to whatever I was doing. Either I’ve given up, or I’m starting to grow up. Tomato – tomato, I suppose.
I guess that phrase doesn’t translate to text very well.