Pretty Grim

I'm hungover 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 hateful guts

And all my songs are whiney

The spoon wasn't silver

Just really shiny

I turn her picture around

And pour myself a glass

It's only 9AM 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 her 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