Lyrics
One, two, three
Burning the wick at both ends
Living two lives in one head
I've always been a friend before a daughter
Leaving the house to call home
No "I" without my iPhone
I've always needed praise more than water
Ooh, ah-ha
Not everything feels like dying
Ooh, ah-ha
I don't know the difference, I'm trying
I'm everybody's everything
Good time, good girl, get on with it
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
First on the scene, it's what I do
No room for me, it's all for you
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
Ooh, ah-ha
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
Clocked in early, did the nightshift
Underpaid and overwhelming
Answer prayers and problems, tell me
What's in your head, 'cause I'm scared of mine
Ten-thirty in the taxi, I'm so shit at setting boundaries
Looking through me, talking at me
Silence never spoke so loudly
Ooh, ah-ha
Not everything feels like dying
Ooh, ah-ha
I don't know the difference, I'm trying
I'm everybody's everything
Good time, good girl, get on with it
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
First on the scene, it's what I do
No room for me, it's all for you
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
Holding you over and over again
Holding you over and over again
I'm everybody's everything
Good time, good girl, get on with it
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
First on the scene, it's what I do
No room for me, it's all for you
I'll be your car, your crash mat
Carry you in my backpack
Written by: Eden Rain, Edward Denholm, Sophie Clare Howes