I’m Not Bulimic (I Just Wanted to See How Far I Could Stick My Fingers Down My Throat)

Wishing I was someone else
It's my own fault that I'm fucked up but I still worry about my mental health
I've g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a goldfish
My mind is melting into mush because I barely use it

I think it's time to sort it out, to get a job and move out
But I'm just a kid! So? Deal with it!
It's the credit crunch, that's my excuse for being unemployed for months

Wishing I was someone else but I'm not, I'm myself
And I really need some cash 'cos chasing dreams don't pay you jack
So put the kettle on, leave the tea bag in because I like it strong
My mouth is burned to bits and I'm practically drowning in PG Tips

I'm not promising anything but I'll try to try
To get a job instead of watching TV all of the time
But we all know the best thing since sliced bread
Is two pints of Lager and a packet of crisps

PlayStation 3 is owning me, I'm sick of playing Game Boy, Nintendo and Xbox 360
My thumbs have blisters on the plasters covering blisters
Triangle and circle are my brothers, X and square my sisters

I moved back in with my mum, no job, no money, no hope, no fun
I owe about a million grand for my guitar, my amp and a band van
I studied music at University, spent another million grand on tuition fees
And then left without a degree

We are the kids of the recession, credit cards, overdrafts, loans and no pensions
We are the kids, we'll learn our lesson by years of living in a country in depression