I’ve never seen somebody else make a coffee right

I’ve never seen somebody else brush their rotten teeth white

I’ve never tried to be someone that’d judge a man by his bite, but I’d rather rip out every one of my fillings than try your way of life

...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son

‘cause I could take all of this on

But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world.”

You always say you support your local bookshop right?

But then it’s only a pound plus shipping when you buy it online

I’ve never seen somebody else make their tea with a knife, but I’d rather be wrong in the gaze of opinion than be your kind of right

But oh my god

Come on

Dig deep

You should be able to feel it somewhere near your solar plexus

The shame

The guilt

It’s not true

Just let go

Do you

...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son

‘cause I could take all of this on

But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world."

Post-post-post-post-post-post-post-post

...and so I’ll stake all of my wrongs against every time you think you’ve done a good thing son

‘cause I could take all of this on

But then you’d go: “Don’t try. Just give up. ‘cause it’s a post-post world.”