Pretty Grim

I'm hung over again
Fourth week night on the piss
I'm barely scraping rent
And there's more of my blood in the bathroom sink
There's a poster of Uluru 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 paper cuts and all my songs are whiny
The spoon wasn't silver just really shiny

Aahhh ahh ahhh
Aaaah ahh ahhh

I turn her picture around and pour myself a glass
It's only 9 am but I guess that's where the joke of adulthood starts

"I don't feel too well"
"Then don't line up the dust so much
And quit the booze and smokes" my mother says with disgust
So I take the 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