Bellyaches

I say that I'm alright
Unforgotten streetlight
Half dead wide angry hang out in the sky
We follow shooting stars and as we walk we brush parked cars and run away when we set off their alarms

And so
Cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
Imperial lemonade
Cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
Imperial lemonade

There's not much more that I can take
Oh I'm sick of all these bellyaches
There's not much more that I can take
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches

Every colour looks the same
And as we walk it starts to rain
We miss the bus and there's no chance of a train
Not many hours left
We stop so she can catch her breath
These winter treks will chill our bones
Near death

And so
Cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
Imperial lemonade
Cheap cheap chardonnay and bellyaches
Imperial lemonade

There's not much more that I can take
Oh I'm sick of all these bellyaches
There's not much more that I can take
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches

No I'm sick of losing best friends
I'm sick of all you people speaking
No I'm sick of sticking to trends
Oh no my confidence is peaking
No I'm sick x6
No I'm of losing best friends

There's not much more that I can take
Oh no no I'm sick of all these bellyaches
There's not much more that I can take
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches



Credits
Writer(s): Luigi Giovanni Di Vuono, Isaac Taylor, Jack Thomas Walsh, Matthew Buckley
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