It's not how.
It's not how you heard it You have made a mistake You have spread all of those rumours Now he's no longer you're friend It's not not how you seen it When you described it to me I saw it for myself It was better than you said It's not where you left it Although you were sure that you had The whole time it was in your pocket The ageing forgetful boomer dad It's not what you thought When you saw me in town She had dropped some of her shopping I was simply bending down It's not the same as it used to be It was once much bigger The wrappers the same The chocolates way thinner It's not obvious to some That around us the world is crumbling? It's not without choice That we watch the stumbling politicos It's not getting any easier to give them everything It's not for the want of trying It's not easy to keep on buying and paying It's not parliamentary lights flickering It's not hard to make the right choices It's not easy to admit ...
