Pretty Grim Paroles

Hanging above my bed
Next to a photo of my mum
And she's wearing a warm coloured dress

And it says, "my little girl,
Why are you so depressed?"
And I say "mum,
I'm not quite sure anymore"

I've got hateful guts
And all my songs are whiney
The spoon wasn't silver
Just really shiny

I turn her picture around
And pour myself a glass
It's only 9AM but I guess
That's where the joke of adulthood starts

"I don't feel too well" So I take her picture down
And say "I'm so sorry mum"
I'm just tired of trying to impress people
I don't even love
That I don't even love
That I don't even love
That I don't even love

I just want something to touch
That'll make me forget enough
Something to make me cry in my sleep
I need something worthwhile to me