Andy S

I wanna write an earworm but I fear the worm’s already Thrown a party in my skull in this coffin where I’m dead and buried I wanna write an earworm but I fear the worm’s already Thrown a party in my skull in this coffin where I’m dead and buried I wanna write an earworm but I fear the worm’s already Thrown a party in my skull in this coffin where I’m dead and buried Oh, I had grand ambitions for reaching twenty-five Then twenty-five came and went in the blink of an eye These days I’m impressed just that I stay alive The bar isn’t in hell, it’s in London and I Cannot drive or drink, so that’s out of my mind I used to want a boyfriend but do I even like guys? And I can be your girlfriend but you’ll slowly realise That I know myself the way I know how to tell a lie Badly, where you’ll only believe it if you don’t try To really get to know me, but don’t get to know me, eye For an eye and teeth for the dentist to decline To tell me that I’m doing well - clearly I’m doing fine I flossed out all my trauma and the dentures are all mine I planned my funeral, in the abstract and un-divine I planned out being famous, couldn’t cut it in real life I planned out planning out how to actualise Well, just fucking anything, but it was boring and so time- Consuming so I stopped, and I’m still stopping, alright? I’ll get going by daydreaming and I’ll call that wine ‘Cause I am drunk on what I do not do and cannot find Within myself to become, are you listening to my Sob story or soliloquy, the story that I mine Now you’re looking relieved that they’re taking my mic Where was I? Something about fame and flaws and flying? Oh whatever, I’ll go and write a hook, and you decide I wanna write an earworm but I fear the worm’s already Thrown a party in my skull in this coffin where I’m dead and buried I wanna write an earworm but I fear the worm’s already Thrown a party in my skull in this coffin where I’m dead and buried