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.