In Quintessence

He smokes himself into double vision 
Leaves his mind on an indecision, 
Thinks he's invented imagination 
Says that god is some relation. 
He leaves his cigarette burning on the desk 
His clothes and magazines make up such a mess, 
Sitting up in bed transistor on his chest 
In quintessence. 

He and his friends sit around all evening 
Leaving their laughter upon the ceiling, 
Seems so funny yet it leaves me yawning 
Then I find it's the following morning. 
He says his girlfriend lives too far away 
Always at a friend's house or on holiday, 
His bible of romance hides itself away 
In quintessence. 

A 15 year old's browse through life, 
Is fine with his quintessence safe and sound in mind, 
Life's an adolescence from time to time 
With us all 
In quintessence. 

In the corner with his book and tissue 
All he can do is pretend to miss you, 
Closes his eyes as he sees her body 
Pulls funny faces and that's his hobby. 
On the other hand love ain't a happy word 
On the other hand love ain't a piece of skirt, 
Makes for something special in your football shirt 
In quintessence.