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.