Auntie Bac
Pick up your fucking scalpels
And wash your hands with anti-bac
I'm not the same kid I was
I want my fucking childhood back
I'm slowly slipping, losing hold of the past
I've never known time to move so fast
I'm sorry friends, I know I've changed
I'm really scared that you all think I am to blame
Cut me open and see what is inside
Please dissect my overly analytical mind
Cut me up, I need it bad
Sit me down and tell me all about the day you had
Hold my hand and make me feel less sad
Because when you're around, things don't seem so bad
Don your bloody aprons
And scrub away today's bad news
A lonely twenty-something
I've got so much to lose
Struggling to keep on top
Of everything in my own life
I swear to god I've never been
So scared in my entire life
You've been living so fast
That the past is a blur
And you can't see what you've become
Memory so bad that it seems absurd
But you still claim you're having fun
Drowned in gin with a mile-wide grin
Singing songs with all your friends
And as much as I know that I need to move home
I'm so scared for this to end
Cut me up
My heads a mess
My nose is bleeding
And I'm sick of these pains in my chest
Recently I've learnt
I don't deal well with stress
As long as you tried your best
And wash your hands with anti-bac
I'm not the same kid I was
I want my fucking childhood back
I'm slowly slipping, losing hold of the past
I've never known time to move so fast
I'm sorry friends, I know I've changed
I'm really scared that you all think I am to blame
Cut me open and see what is inside
Please dissect my overly analytical mind
Cut me up, I need it bad
Sit me down and tell me all about the day you had
Hold my hand and make me feel less sad
Because when you're around, things don't seem so bad
Don your bloody aprons
And scrub away today's bad news
A lonely twenty-something
I've got so much to lose
Struggling to keep on top
Of everything in my own life
I swear to god I've never been
So scared in my entire life
You've been living so fast
That the past is a blur
And you can't see what you've become
Memory so bad that it seems absurd
But you still claim you're having fun
Drowned in gin with a mile-wide grin
Singing songs with all your friends
And as much as I know that I need to move home
I'm so scared for this to end
Cut me up
My heads a mess
My nose is bleeding
And I'm sick of these pains in my chest
Recently I've learnt
I don't deal well with stress
As long as you tried your best
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Writer(s): Rob Glithero
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