I’m gonna hate your socks off
I’ll hate so hard
Your eyes vibrate
There’s dog muck on my bare feet
Each week
I’m gonna eat, sleep, seethe eat quiche repeat
I found the world’s biggest love
At the world’s smallest meet and greet
I gave a two star review of a film that I hadn’t even seen
I’ve got something on my face
In the space where my mouth sleeps
It doesn’t speak
It secretes
Yeah
Eamon Holmes drones on display at the regal
Popped in for look but it was heaving with people
Had to leave sharp because my trousers were fecal
Made up an excuse like I was parked up illegally
Stream it on your laptop and cast it to the big screen
That’s the dream
If you wanna watch Shrek you’ve gotta watch pornography
You just couldn’t make it up
Yes you could
They did
I do it all the time
Do all phones drain quicker at the start?
Or is it just mine?
Like body odour on the dance floor
I bring a certain sadness to the conga line
If you squint your eyes I’m not scared
I just need to use the toilet all the time
And trust me
I’ve been there
Best to just squint on till they’re closed
It’s as good thing as any to stare at
Yeah
Eat, Sleep Seethe
Eat quiche repeat