Calpol

Get up

Your day is never gonna turn out
Exactly how you want

Hold yourself, there's no one else
And you know when the sun dies
None of this will matter
Half as much as you thought
Learn a little self love
'Cause you're not half as bad
As you thought

Nobody gets exactly what they want

What do you want

You are gonna grow old
Your head might hurt just a little bit more
So take a bit of Calpol
Eventually your arms won't feel so sore

You're staring at your shoes again
It won't be long 'till these have holes in them too
From dragging your heels when
Your knees are too weak to elevate your thoughts