Lyrics We All Cope in Different Ways - Shelley Short, Darren Hanlon

We All Cope in Different Ways

I had a ground breaking idea
But I forgot to write it down
Now every thought starts to distort
And they chase themselves around
Every concept loses meaning
When you look at it too long
Today’s amazing line becomes
Tomorrow’s awful song
Well Time’s longer than rope
I once heard somebody say
There’s nowhere to tie the end onto
So I just float away
It’s only been three weeks, since I’ve seen the cheeks
Of friends I’s goodbye kissing
Now I feed the magpie mince
And hope he’ll stay a whil to listen
We all cope in diffrent ways
So don’t be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
Searching desperately to find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways
We now watch the kind of films
Our former selves would not believe
Old DVDs of Keanu Reeves
As we sneeze into our sleeves
I make calls to my great auntie
And file tax 10 quarters old
But each receipt reminds me
Of when we were free and bold
I got lost in Jane Austin
Her posthumous work Persuasion
She’s the early 1800s
Poster girl for isolation
All her characters claim love
If from some wealthy socialite
But Jane retained her single life
And stayed at home to write
Some say that it’s a blessing
A chance to find collective zen
But I keep refreshing, to find more death and
My heart it breaks again
But statistics are just fishsticks
Without their human faces
How can I empathise with all the lives
That each number embraces
The behaviours of my own neighbours
Are all making me suspicious
They prance around all over town
Like mobile Petrie dishes
So I lock all the doors and windows
And pull the blinds to make a blinker
I’ve become my own worst nightmare
Anti-social over-thinker
We all cope in different ways
So don’t be too hard on yourself
A hopeless string of empty days
Like standing on an arctic shelf
Staring deep into the void
Of your undiscovered mind
If you’re lucky you might find
Some comfort from the malaise
We all cope in different ways