ritalin

she works at a chemist, a bit of a pessimist, gets yelled at by old russian men, paid ten bucks an hour, some bloke just bought her flowers, that comes in every week for his ritalin, the lonely chick who grabs a parma and a vic bitty with her father, at the local, there's some shitty cover band, no interest in nightclubs, the vinyl room's all i've got, and she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand, doesn't it suck growin' up?, doesn't she know it?, doesn't it suck growin' up?, doesn't she know it?, chronic masturbator, yeah, her parents fuckin' hate her, been like that since the age of ten, acting cool, barely eighteen, and at school she only daydreams, of pwning runescape noobs in her bed, gets along with old folks much, better than the young blokes, try so hard to keep her cool-headed cover, scared of writing songs that everyone can rip on, and the boo-arse you call her brother, doesn't it suck growin' up?, doesn't she know it?, doesn't it suck growin' up?, doesn't she know it?, holdin' a kid, you'll be sweet by the end of the-, holdin' a kid, you'll be sweet, holdin' a kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it, holdin' a kid, you'll be sweet