Every Day Carry

It's chocolate chip cookie Crappy crazy pizzas Your haircut's changed It's every day carry You're a gift to me, nice party ice You're an individual cream bun It's chocolate chip cookie Crappy crazy pizzas It's all good though Look at that Looks like good quality earth I'm just a conduit Don't look at me I'm just the medium Your haircut's changed for charity Can you imagine the rent? I want big pearl A people person, these are the eyeholes A banging pasta bake, Müller corner, onions, orchids The smear test blues Put a shawl on that mannequin mate Can you imagine the rent? I want big pearl It's a light emitting diode It's a long nail story It's a dead hand tree Best friends forever It's everyday carry It's bad luck if you're the tree left at the edge Of the motorway when they clear the forest for a motorway You lose your friends and you're exposed You used to be in the thick of it Everything you knew ripped away Two fingers up to you, you wastrel That's my shopping trolley you're approaching Uninviting, just body bits Your haircut's changed You're a gift to me Nice party ice You're an individual cream bun Look at that Uninviting, just body bits Your haircut's changed I don't know how I feel he's fit but I think he might be Residual Pop Rocks in the mouth of your cab driver Drop what you're doing, let's get to the tip Droopy flute solo comes in now Galump lump Huge white geese please us all Major massive arsehole All the children say "I've got enchanted eggs" My beautiful restaurant Let's go, Jim My beautiful restaurant Now it seems like none of that meant anything A sugared armpit, a roast potato on a long branch More spice, plans conceived in love A Ferrari with a license plate that says T337H Bambino What a cruel heartless bastard you are Welcome to hell Keep up with it all, be nice Try to maintain high energy and don't bring everyone down In matching soft brown tank top I just can't creep comfortably anymore Paper thin skin covers hands and hollow cheeks Must I look at my belly in the mirror? Must I belly in the mirror? A thing in the past Your own personal fatberg, homemade I'm confused Ready to cut loose Sherlock Holmes Museum of break ups Wait an hour for a pancake, make it larger, build it up I don't mind, I'm happy either way I dunno, what's the point? You actually smell like garbage Every one of them looks a tit I'm not gonna lie It's daunting choreography But I'm gonna bring it all the same I just want to put something positive into the world But it's hard because I'm so full of poisonous rage It's all well and good you saying that, but I need more Keep up with it all, be nice I just can't creep comfortably Curtains always closed