Sodacake

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Empty cans and cigarette butts
Keep twirling the pan while you’re cooking your lunch
OnlyFans and regrets hun
The lighter's bust, better spark it off the toaster
Mouldy bread, and some antique coasters
Lets have a toast to not overdosing
And pop another Xanak when I’m hiding from the ghosts
It’s grim talk no smiles around here
A cup of tea, two sugars for the gearhead
Bag of weed, sweet nothings in my ear
It’s been a good year in Thomondgate
It’s been a good year in Thomondgate
It’s been a good year to be a soda cake
I said it’s been a good year in Thomondgate
I said it’s been a good year to be a soda cake

I wanna fuck to Don’t Fuck With Cats
Nintendo duck hunting
We could roll some fats
Pretend I know something, misquote the facts
Superlikes are accidental
And I roam with a pack
He protecc
And he attack
But most importantly he won’t give it back
I defend
I cut slack
I cut the power, no parties in the flat

We could spoon, in the park
Humble loving, getting lazy when we’re smart
Sugar cube, melt my heart
Skinny dipped hips, they're a work of art

I love the way she tastes like toothpaste all the time
I love the way she picks my brain when we’re wasting time
I love the way she hums away when we’re lost for words
I love the way she makes me not fixated on suicide