insecure what you gonna do.

Miss the outline of your back
Miss you breathing down my neck

Looked in the mirror, I don’t know who I am anymore
The face is familiar
But the eyes, the eyes give it all away
They’re all out to get you
Once again they’re all out to get you
Here they come again
Insecure what you gonna do
Feel so small they could step on you
Called you up, answering machine
When the human touch
Is what I need

*freaking brilliant!

James. (live at Whitfield Street Studios).