Bulimic (I Just Wanted To See How Far I Could Stick My Fingers Down My Throat)
was someone else,
It's my own
fault that I'm fucked up but I still worry about my mental health.
g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a Goldfish,
My mind is
melting into mush because I barely use it.
it's time to sort it out, to get a job and move out.
just a kid! So? Deal with it!
credit crunch, that's my excuse for being unemployed for months
was someone else but I'm not, I'm myself,
really need some cash ‘cos chasing dreams don't pay you jack.
So put the
kettle on, leave the tea bag in because I like it strong,
My mouth is
burned to bits and I'm practically drowning in PG Tips.
promising anything but I'll try to try to get a job instead of watching TV all
of the time, but we all know the best thing since sliced bread is Two Pints Of
Lager And A Packet Of Crisps.
3 is owning me, I'm sick of playing Gameboy, Nintendo and Xbox 360.
have blisters on the plasters covering blisters - Triangle and circle are my
brothers, X and square my sisters.
back in with my mum, no job, no money, no hope, no fun. I owe about a million
grand for my guitar, my amp and a band van
music at University, spent another million grand on tuition fees and then left
without a degree.
We are the
kids of the recession, credit cards, overdrafts, loans and no pensions.
We are the
kids, we'll learn our lesson by years of living in a country in depression.