Ritalin

She works at a Chemist
 A bit of a pessimist
 Gets yelled at by old Russian men
 Paid ten bucks an hour
 Some bloke just bought her flowers
 That comes in every week for his Ritalin
 The lonely chick who grabs a parma
 And a Vic Bitty with her father
 At the local, there's some shitty cover band
 No interest in nightclubs
 The Vinyl Room's all I've got
 And she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand
 Doesn't it suck growing up?
 Doesn't she know it?
 Doesn't it suck growing up?
 Doesn't she know it?
 Chronic masturbator, yet her parents fucking hate her
 Been like that since the age of ten
 Acting cool, barely eighteen
 And at school she only daydreams of
 Pwning Runescape noobs in her bed
 Gets along with old folks much
 Better than the young blokes
 Try so hard to keep her cool-headed cover
 Scared of writing songs that everyone can rip on just once again
 And the boo-arse you call her brother
 Doesn't it suck growing up?
 Doesn't she know it?
 Doesn't it suck growing up?
 Doesn't she know it?
 Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it
 Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet
 Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it
 Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet