Paroles de I'm not bulimic (i just wanted to see how far i could stick my fingers down my throat)

Wishing i was someone else,
It’s my own fault that i’m fucked up but i still worry about my mental health.
I’ve g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a goldfish,
My mind is melting into mush because i barely use it.

I think it’s time to sort it out, to get a job and move out.
But i’m just a kid! so? deal with it!
It’s the credit crunch, that’s my excuse for being unemployed for months.

Wishing i was someone else but i’m not, i’m myself,
And i really need some cash ‘cos chasing dreams don’t pay you jack.
So put the kettle on, leave the tea bag in because i like it strong,
My mouth is burned to bits and i’m practically drowning in pg tips.

I’m not promising anything but i’ll try to try

To get a job instead of watching tv all of the time,
But we all know the best thing since sliced bread
Is two pints of lager and a packet of crisps.

Playstation 3 is owning me, i’m sick of playing gameboy, nintendo and xbox 360.
My thumbs have blisters on the plasters covering blisters -
Triangle and circle are my brothers, x and square my sisters.

I moved back in with my mum, no job, no money, no hope, no fun.
I owe about a million grand for my guitar, my amp and a band van.
I studied music at university, spent another million grand on tuition fees
And then left without a degree.

We are the kids of the recession, credit cards, overdrafts, loans and no pensions.
We are the kids, we’ll learn our lesson by years of living in a country in depression.