Paper Round
I opened up a savings account today
It's possible I'm growing up
This is how it ends
This is how it ends
Not with a bang, but an ISA
How I miss not having to care
About AER, oh you and I
Will get through this unscathed
And if we don't, at least
We saved the game
We can always turn it off and on again
Cross your fingers, count to ten
If all I can think about is what comes in
And what goes out am I even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round
Rode my bike to the edge of town
And thought about nothing
Knee deep in my overdraft again
It's possible I spoke too soon
This is how it starts,I'm falling apart
And my balance is unsustainable
But we do this to ourselves
This is the life we choose
Oh! You and I
Should treat ourselves tonight
Because there's no such thing as overkill
We can always go off the rails again
Cross your fingers, count to ten
If all we can talk about is what we spend
When we go out, are we even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round
Rode my bike to the edge of town
And thought about sweet fuck all
If all I can think about is what comes in
And what goes out am I even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round
Rode my bike to the edge of town
And thought about nothing
It's possible I'm growing up
This is how it ends
This is how it ends
Not with a bang, but an ISA
How I miss not having to care
About AER, oh you and I
Will get through this unscathed
And if we don't, at least
We saved the game
We can always turn it off and on again
Cross your fingers, count to ten
If all I can think about is what comes in
And what goes out am I even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round
Rode my bike to the edge of town
And thought about nothing
Knee deep in my overdraft again
It's possible I spoke too soon
This is how it starts,I'm falling apart
And my balance is unsustainable
But we do this to ourselves
This is the life we choose
Oh! You and I
Should treat ourselves tonight
Because there's no such thing as overkill
We can always go off the rails again
Cross your fingers, count to ten
If all we can talk about is what we spend
When we go out, are we even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round
Rode my bike to the edge of town
And thought about sweet fuck all
If all I can think about is what comes in
And what goes out am I even here at all?
When I was a kid
I made about three quid
On my paper round
Rode my bike to the edge of town
And thought about nothing
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Writer(s): Mathew Kerry
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