I'm hungover again
Fourth weeknight on the piss
I'm barely scrapin' rent
And there's more of my blood in the bathroom sink
There's a poster of Uluru
Hangin' 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

I turn her picture around
And pour myself a glass
It's only 9: 00am
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