It was once a point in time, But insecurity breeds a need To re-mythologise one's life. According to rules built over time, I can be a person I love - As mental processes break down An epiphanic moment must be found, And I have centred on a moment from my past. All of us were drunk, I think, at the party, We called you Vick, because you preferred it To Vicky, or Victoria. 'I hate my name' you said, 'In that case', James replied 'I'll rename you Larkbeat Twoshoes' And everything changed As he uttered these words. Larkbeat, can you hear me? What has become of you? Are you still the girl That I once knew?