wrapped my car around a lamp post
the kitchen smells of burnt toast
a cheap jar of jam and cold feet
naked and sleepy lying next to me
and it's just like the feeling
of overtired or hypersensitive
in my mother's father's bedroom
i feel thoughts i can't quite get to
and i brush my teeth without toothpaste
my wet hair gives me headaches
you're at your brothers house
it's just like the feeling
of overtired or hypersensitive
you're on the phone to mum again
you let her treat you like you're ten
her advice is all her own now
she's never left her home town
stealing ground from underneath me
and i can't keep pretending to like neoprene
and i'm 16 or i'm 17 and i can't keep pretending to like neoprene