Horror Movie Weather

It feels like horror movie weather And we're running out of money It takes more to stick together Than just buttered toast and honey Early bird, why is waking up so hard Cos I know I'll make it to my little sisters birthday No I don't mind the dark She's a lighthouse, she'll keep me safe Now every morning I slow dance With a stranger on the pavement On my way to work And every smiling face on every poster makes me Want to break that bus shelter Little yellow, why are you always the last to go And that little lego man on the curb, he knows Something we don't Something we don't And that great big, street cleaning machine It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen Six degrees of trying to be sweet And the only one running faster than the junkies is me And it's only cos I know I've got somewhere to be Six degrees of trying to be sweet Just trying And that great big, street cleaning machine It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen Six degrees of trying to be sweet And the only one running faster than the junkies is me And it's only cos I know I've got somewhere to be Six degrees of trying to be sweet Just trying to be And that great big, street cleaning machine It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen Six degrees of trying to be sweet And the only one running faster than the junkies is me And it's only cos I know I've got somewhere to be Six degrees of trying to be sweet Just trying to be Just trying to be ok Trying to keep my shit together I just want to get away From this horror movie weather H-h-horror movie