Social Sites

There's nothing to do, there's nothing to say

This love's sweet like tooth decay

I spent it on that godforsaken Monday

I should cook brekky at home and do what my mama say

I'm sitting alone, sipping a latte

Heartache every single time I wake up

The girl got me shake up

Friend wound her waist up on me

Now I found there's nothing to say

Why does she cry?

'Cause these social sites

This bliss is crystallised

Like dolomite

I need a place to sink

My aura stinks

And if you realise

I have a girl, she's the best

She used to get the train from South West

But when she hit Clapham, it happened that I wasn't in ends

As friends we tend to lend funds

But she knows it's not just girls who want to have fun

That's why-y-y

Does she cry?

'Cause these social sites

This spliff is really nice

But I need a light

I need a place to sink

My aura stinks

And if you realise

There's nothing to do, it was a slimy day

I lost my baby, now I'm fading away

There's nothing ruthless, I just seem to be useless

And truth gets something inside of the way

I'm sitting alone, sipping a latte

With heartache every single time I wake up

Girl got me shake up

Friend wound her waist

And now I found there's nothing to say

Why does she cry?

'Cause these social sites

This bliss is crystalized

Like dolomite

I need a place to sink

My aura stinks

And if you realise

And if you realise

And if you realise

And if you realise