Bottle'o

Pull up at the bottle o

The lady she wants to know

Why I got my crinkled pass port

Instead of my licence

Say I lost my wallet

Life's a bit of a crisis lately

Yeah I'm a little bit sunburnt

A little bit sad

My cheeks are red

And I think I've been had

By that old sun

Tricking me outside

It probably meant for the best

But I'm a reflective surface of light

Jog up the shops for a money dash

ATM doesn't do careless cash

Catch my reflection in the black of the screen

I'm a disappointing fuck and I don't like what I see anymore

Yeah I'm a little bit sunburnt

A little bit sad

My cheeks are red

And I think I've been had

By that old sun

Tricking me outside

It probably meant for the best

But I'm a reflective surface of light

Guess I'll just stay in tonight

Take my careless losses as a sign

If I get high enough I can pretend that you're here

And that my wallet might just reappear

It's all wishful thinking

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