Mum pick me up, I'm scared

I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about
Mum pick me up I'm scared
Only feeling safe when it's overcast out
Mum pick me up I'm scared
Feeling kind of stressy while polishing my worn out boots
Going out to parties, seeing all the harsh things, getting all the strangest looks

Oh
When did this city get oh so pretty and small
It makes me miss sick days, sofa beds, Lucozade, all
The little comforts of my home, of my
Home, my home

The ringing in my ears, an unbearable sound
Mum pick me up I'm scared
Up in all the clouds yet I'm falling down
Mum pick me up I'm scared
Sitting at a bus stop, looking at the clothes shops shutting up for the night
Looking through a peephole, watching clips of peep show, always getting into fights

Oh
When did this city get oh so pretty and small
It makes me miss sick days, sofa beds, lucozade, all
The little comforts of my home, of my
Home, my home

I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step
I've taken the wrong step



Credits
Writer(s): George Clement
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