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 growing up? Doesn't she know it? Doesn't it suck growing up? Doesn't she know it? Chronic masturbator, yet her parents fucking 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 just once again And the boo-arse you call her brother Doesn't it suck growing up? Doesn't she know it? Doesn't it suck growing up? Doesn't she know it? Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet