People tell me I'm too high when I'm around, And when I'm not I'm closer to the ground.
Well, I do anything whenever I want, And I want to do it here and now.
I'm on a one-way street, I can't retreat, 'Cos my mind and I play hide and seek.
They want to make a problem out of me, 'Cos they want their own problems unseen.
My mind's a gallery of memories, I reflect the history
I'm the sort of case of the human race, That people find hard to face.
I'm the living wreck, I live in Tooting Bec, I'm the Cosmic Ted spaced out of my head.
Photography by AmyElizabeth