But I’m a constant headache, a tooth out of line,
They try to make you regret it, you tell them no not this time.
It’s just a constant headache, a dead friends advice,
You hang me up unfinished, with the better part of me no longer mine.
And we don’t sleep, no we don’t sleep,
Because we’re way too fucking tired
And we don’t kiss, no we don’t kiss,
Because I think I might kinda like it
And now I’m finally sleeping,
But it’s never next to you
And we’re both far too lonely for our own fucking good.
I divided up our bounty,
Spent mine on a death wish.
Told you that I came down,
Not too sure that I did.
To all the girls that would be perfect for me,
Break my jaw, so we can’t talk about me,
Since my mouth is bigger than my heart could ever be
Theres no shame in screaming at deaf weddings.
The grass is cut,
The snakes will show.
I see them all, they’re all over.
The grass is cut and now I know myself.
Farewell to down under.
Photo c/o The Guru, James Hartley