Ritalin

She works at a chemist, a bit of a pessimist

Gets yelled at by old Russian men

Paid ten bucks an hour, just bloke just bought her flowers

He comes in every week for his Ritalin

The lonely chick who grabs the karma and every day with her father

At the local, there's some shitty cover band

No interest in nightclubs, the vinyl room's all I've got

And she only goes with her loyal hot dog stand

Doesn't it suck growing up?

Doesn't she know it?

Doesn't it suck growing up?

Doesn't she know it?

Chronic masturbater, yeah, her parents fuckin' hate her

Been like that since the age of 10

Acting cool, barely 18 and at school she only daydreams

Of pawning Run-escape noobs in her bed

Gets along with old folks much better than the young blokes

Try so hard to keep her cool headed cover

Scared of writing songs with everyone who can record

Just wants a day and a booze to call her brother

Doesn't it suck growing up?

Doesn't she know it?

Doesn't it suck growing up?

Doesn't she know it?

Oh, and in a kick, you'll be sweet by the end of it

Oh, and in a kick, you'll be sweet

Oh, and in a kick, you'll be sweet by the end of it

Oh, and in a kick, you'll be sweet