Today I wished the world away
From inside my flat
And almost made an Insta-gram account
For my cat
I want to dance and strut
I want to pretend
That this week-old Pizza Hut
Is not my oldest friend
But you know
With the sky falling down
In six months
We'll all live underground
And I think that's where I'll thrive
I've been training all my life
Assuming I'm still alive
And there's at least a decent wi(-fi connection)
All this teenage misery
Except I'm almost 23
But I complain and whine
Only like half the time
Yeah things are sort of fine
Now that you are mine

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