Sent Items

Song Length 1:55 Genre Folk - Contemporary

Lyrics

My brain?s laid swelled in its head,
Poisoned it cries from all the drinks it was fed.
As I open my phone I?m filled with dread.
So I check my sent items to read what I said.

Shit-Shit-Shit,
Oh god look what I did.
I?ll see you at eight,
I simply can?t wait.
Luv :) x
Luv :) x

Put on a shirt and it?s creased.
Then I drop my new iron that now lays deceased.
So to cover it all up I?m in a fleece,
But it smells like last winter laid rotting for weeks.

Shit-Shit-Shit
I?m dressed like a damn Inuit
It?s thirty outside
And I just want to hide
As I see someone waving at me
As I see someone waving at me.

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