Disconnected


You wouldn’t understand it’s kind of difficult at work right now

‘Cause David’s made it pretty clear that he prefers Annette…

And although I know you’ll say ‘it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been there’

Well it should - I’ve been there longer - what the hell is it that she has?

Apart from two kids and a dog, does that make her more mature?

Are they connected? Maybe once I settle down I’ll get this job I’m waiting for,

What do my friends think when they ask ‘What’s new with you?’

And I say nothing - literally nothing,

Like I’m - I’m disconnected - I’m - I’m disconnected.



And I guess it’s kind of hard for you to fully understand,

But it’s been months literally months since I last went on a date,

And it’s not for want of trying short of buying dates I’ve done that all I can.

I’ve been swiping mostly creeps…. Although there was that guy from

Ireland who was nice, well for the night we spent together,

In the morning he was kind of rude, I really should have known what he was after,

Or maybe that’s what I should want.

Something exciting something new,

‘Cause I have nothing – literally nothing,

Like I’m - I’m disconnected - I’m - I’m disconnected.


There’s a deafening silence loud and clear,

‘What’s wrong with me?’ Is all I hear…

And there’s a voice that I can’t describe,

Telling me to change just to feel alive,

To feel connected is to feel secure,

But I’m obsessed with wanting more,

I need a change that will have an effect,

I need to change so that I connect,



You probably can’t relate but I for one can hear the ticking,

Can’t you hear it? Seconds minutes hours days months years passing by?

‘Free and single! No attachments! Nothing holding you back!’

People pity me again and again and..

Every day’s the same, that’s one thing we have in common,

We’re connected going round in circles, coffee, conversation, what’s the point?

What’s new with me?

I just need a fucking change,

I need a boyfriend or a dog,

I need a hobble or a job,

The lottery, A lightning strike,

Or a tropical disease…

Just something, please God something,

‘Cause I’m disconnected - I’m - I’m disconnected.


There’s a deafening silence loud and clear,

‘What’s wrong with me?’ Is all I hear…

And there’s a voice that I can’t describe,

Telling me to change just to feel alive,

To feel connected is to feel secure,

But I’m obsessed with wanting more,

I need a change to have an effect,

I need a change so that I can connect,

I need a change so that I can connect,



It may sound rude but have you really tried to get a job?

‘Cause no offence but sitting here there’s just no way that you’re fulfilled -

And although I know you say that ‘the longer that you’ve been here’

The more difficult it is to get a job, to change your life, to get away,

I don’t know how you stay so happy, how you stay so unfazed?

Are they connected? Is contentment what’s holding you back?

You just sit and watch the world and when I ask ‘what’s new with you?’

There’s always something

You’re connected.