I'm Not Bulimic (I Just Wanted To See How Far I Could Shove 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 'cause 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 Gameboy, 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