Fresh Air

I respect your art but I think its shit
I know you think the world of it
I respect my dad but he's a dick
That's alright he'll probably never listen to this
Pin me grind me watch me spin
Chuck me in your fucking bin
I respect your art but I think its shit

Thank you for all this trouble
You were the worst part of myself
And all my days were all muddled
You were the worst part of myself
That's right

You're mad to think that she'll be there
Crying in her suitcase In your underwear
Tryna figure out what mends hurt
You're mad to think that she'll be there
Crying in her suitcase In your underwear
Tryna figure out what mends hurt
That's right

I respect your art and I think its shit
I know you think the world of it
I respect my dad but he's a dick
That's alright he'll probably never listen to this
Pin me grind me watch me spin
Chuck me in your fucking bin
I respect your art but I think its shit

Thank you for all this trouble
You were the worst part of myself
You gave me crime
So I learnt to shine
You were the worst part of myself
That's right

Bet you loving that don't ya
You had me running around like your bitch
When it comes to the thick of it
Scream la de da
You're mad to think that she'll be there
Crying in her suitcase In your underwear
Tryna figure out what mends hurt
That's right

Things change over night
You had it so easy
Things change over night
You had it so easy
All the time
On my mind
Things change over night
You had it so easy
All the time
On my mind
Things change over night
You had it so easy
All the time
On my mind
All the time
On my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Heidi Haswell
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