Horror Movie Weather Lyrics

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

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