Kate Tempest - Chicken Lyrics

Harry's staring at his chicken
He's trying hard to listen without hating
But everything David says
Seems to make him like him less
His little brother Pete is waiting
For the appropriate place to say
'Oh right, yeah'
And make an interested face

Miriam feels distant
She knows her sons are trying hard
But trying hard
Just increases the friction
It's never been tense like this

Harry looks around at his mother's new kitchen
And can't help but think of his dad

Alone in that house where they all used to live
Putting his half pint of semi-skimmed
Back into the fridge
Dad
With his silent ways
And his smiling face
No romance, just basic
Straight forwards, no frills, no fuss
But at least he was a man you could trust

Not like this guy, this David
Face like a pill head at the end of a rave
Staring at my mum like he wants to be saved
Harry feels weak today, he can't take it

And he doesn't know it but he's glaring
Thinking of Becky
And why he insisted on sharing
So much with a stranger
He feels a faint sense of danger
Ashamed that he'd made a
Fool of himself, he's an idiot
Sees it in his mind's eye, insidious
Him, spilling out his guts like a suicidal shogun
Looking for deliverance
Dithering fool feeling silly and hopelessly broken
Blithering on while she was smoking

What was he thinking?
Heart opening up like it was blinking
Becky. He feels her name, it's heavy
Don't forget me

Snap back to the room
He flinches at the image
Miriam is finishing her wine
And Pete is asking for the spinach

'Er, how's work, Harry?'
David's features are tipped towards him
'Fine, thanks,' Harry looks up, 'exhausting.'
'Yes,' David smiles, 'but hard work is always rewarding.'
Even David's enthusiasm is boring

'How long have you worked there?' he asks
And Harry thinks of all them years he's spent
Scheming and shotting
'Little while, now. To be honest, I've forgotten.'
'Oh yes, well time does fly in the work place,'
David smiles, nodding

All he ever wanted to be was good enough
All he ever wanted to say was the right thing
But as long as you live for the way you're perceived
You will never create, only bite things

All he ever wanted to do was the done thing
All he ever wanted to make was the grade
But as long as you live for other people's opinions
You'll never be more than afraid