ZILF - Sick

Shipwrecked on the top deck
Looking out to sea
Paradise to the back of me
I won’t swim to the shoreline
You can leave me behind
If you can’t be bothered, that’s fine
Given up before your life has begun
Every single mile is a marathon
Classic archetype
Found yourself a partner at their lowest
Lock ‘em down before they even notice
What you really are
Choking on a silver spoon
You seem to love so much
I Dread to think what we'd find
If we opened you up
I don't give a fuck about your problems
Why should I when you don't wanna solve them
Never satisfied
You dont ever listen to solutions
Even when they’re proven
I’m still happy in my sad delusion
Baptised in a bathtub
Blessed be the mundane
Got a holy writ to complain
Crying in the backseat
On the way to the party
I don't give a fuck about your problems
Why should I when you don't wanna solve them
Never satisfied
Dodging resolutions like you have none
Not listening to anyone and that's why
You make me
SICK
Sick of the tide
Up in your head
Pushing the walls
Pulling the thread
Never inclined to hope for the best
You make me
SICK
Sick of the tide
Up in your head
Pushing the walls
Pulling the thread
Living your life in public distress
Choking on a silver spoon you seem to love so much
Next time do me a favour and use a pitchfork
I don't give a fuck about your problems
Why should I when you don't wanna solve them
Never satisfied
Dodging resolutions like you have none
Not listening to anyone and that’s why
You make me
SICK
Sick of the tide
Up in your head
Pushing the walls
Pulling the thread
Never inclined to hope for the best
You make me
SICK
Sick of the tide
Up in your head
Pushing the walls
Pulling the thread
Living your life in public distress
Only got 4 of your 5 a day
Had to miss 10 minutes of your break
The battery died so you couldn't vape
Ordered a rare but got a medium steak
Requested Kanye but they played Drake
New High heels making your feet ache
Can't take a selfie coz there's not enough space
Aarghh
I'm so stressed
My life’s a mess and I'm so upset
And I'm starting to get pains in my chest
F.M.L I wish I was dead
I'm so tired I just wanna stay in bed
Everybody hates I'm so depressed
GET OVER YOURSELF YOU SELFISH SNOWFLAKE
SICK
Sick of the tide
Up in your head
Pushing the walls
Pulling the thread
Never inclined to hope for the best
You make me
SICK
Sick of the tide
Up in your head
Pushing the walls
Pulling the thread
Living your life in public distress
I don't give a fuck about your problems
Why should I when you don't wanna solve them
Never satisfied
Given up before your life has begun
Every single mile is a marathon
Barren parasite

Written by:
Bret Ware, Joe Campbell-Murray

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