Pretty Grim

I'm hungover again
 Fourth weeknight on the piss
 I'm barely scraping rent
 And there's more of my blood in the bathroom sink
 There's a poster of Uluru
 Hanging 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 hateful guts
 And all my songs are whiny
 The spoon wasn't silver
 Just really shiny
 Oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh
 I turn her picture around
 And pour myself a glass
 It's only 9 a.m. 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
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 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