Catmilk - Horror Movie Weather

It feels like horror movie weather
And we're running out of money
It takes more to stick together
Than just buttered toast and honey

Early bird, why is waking up so hard
Cos I know I'll make it to my little sisters birthday
No I don't mind the dark
She's a lighthouse, she'll keep me safe

Now every morning I slow dance
With a stranger on the pavement
On my way to work
And every smiling face on every poster makes me
Want to break that bus shelter

Little yellow, why are you always the last to go
And that little lego man on the curb, he knows
Something we don't
Something we don't

And that great big, street cleaning machine
It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
And the only one running faster than the junkies is me
And it's only cos I know I've got somewhere to be
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
Just trying

And that great big, street cleaning machine
It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
And the only one running faster than the junkies is me
And it's only cos I know I've got somewhere to be
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
Just trying to be

And that great big, street cleaning machine
It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
And the only one running faster than the junkies is me
And it's only cos I know I've got somewhere to be
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
Just trying to be

Just trying to be ok
Trying to keep my shit together
I just want to get away
From this horror movie weather
H-h-horror movie

Written by:
Alexandra Milne

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find