Little Me

Eyes wider than my veins

Everyone's still peaking

Movement like lead

All my back seats are driving

Psychos don't take the bus

Roll in a circular motion

If I paint behaviour with patterns

At least I can predict the commotion

Everyone's all screaming droll

By my alcohol, reflection frowns

Little me has fallen down

Into that hole, that hole

Fully grown, but that hole is my home

That hole is my home

He's been speaking off my ears

Eyes try to keep his head from moving

Eyes try to keep his head from moving

Knocks at the door of my spaceship

Knocks at the door of my spaceship

But I am in no mood for schmoozing

I am in no mood to schmooze

When will these people cool down?

When will these people cool down?

I hope that I'm not sober

I hope that I'm not sober

We all recognise we're under

We all recognise we're under

But a circle's never over

That hole, that hole

I'm fully grown, but that hole is my home

That hole is my home

That hole, that hole

Get that postcode

It's the HO1D ME, it's my hole