Wrapped my car around a lamp post
The kitchen smells of burnt toast
Blend 43 black coffee
A cheap jar of jam and cold feet

I wake up to see you
Naked and sleepy lying next to me
And it's just like the feeling
Of overtired or hypersensitive

In my mother's father's bedroom
I feel thoughts I can't quite get to
And I brush my teeth without toothpaste
My wet hair gives me headaches

I wake up can't see you
You're on the couch, you're at your brothers house
It's just like the feeling
Of overtired or hypersensitive

You're on the phone to Mum again
You let her treat you like you're ten
Her advice is all her own now
She's never left her home town

He's 50 or 60
Stealing ground from underneath me
And I'm 16, or I'm 17
And I can't keep pretending to like Neoprene

But I wake up
To see you
I wake up
To see you

I wake up to see you
Naked, sleepy lying next to me
And I'm 16 or I'm 17 and I can't keep pretending to like Neoprene