Dishes

It's uphill both ways to those who don't believe the earth is flat

They call me otherwise but I'm my head I know I'm Elliott Platt

They're lighting up the sky they're colourful and come in hard and fast

Can't hear a thing I think I'm gonna have to call you fuckers back

Come on kill me with a axe

Leave me bleeding on the floor

Why can't all of us relax

Everything was fine before

Now you never text me back

I'm just someone you ignore

Now my heart says "make a track"