Baby Teeth Lyrics

There are baseballs in the boot of my car

They are preventing me from taking your dead body to the park

I hope in twenty years I'll be able to play barre chords

I hope I'm not a failure

I hope my friends are proud of me

And the things that I've done

I hope that you can see them too

I'll rub makeup in my eyes

I'll bash bruises on my knees

I hope that old men on the bus look up and stare at me

Oh my god what has this generation come to

We've come to kissing our reflections

Telling ourselves we're loved

We've come to dressing up our wounds in blood and baby teeth

We've come to falling down in carparks

Hoping that we're liked

We've come to dressing up and setting things on fire with our

love for each other

There's a ball pit in the back of my yard

It is preventing me from keeping my head down in class

Now I know what I know that I know

I hope in twenty years I'll be eighteen

Still young enough to wipe my hands clean

I hope I'm not a failure

I hope my dog is proud of me

I'll rub makeup in my eyes

I'll bash bruises on my knees

I hope that old men on the bus look up and stare at me

Oh my god what has this generation come to

We've come to kissing our reflections

Telling ourselves we're loved

We've come to dressing up our wounds in blood and baby teeth

We've come to falling down in carparks

Hoping that we're liked

We've come to dressing up and setting things on fire with our

love for each other