Today I wished the world away from inside my flat
And almost made an Instagram account for my cat

I want to dance and strut
I want to pretend
That this week-old Pizza Hut
Is not my oldest friend

But you know
With the sky falling down
In six months
We'll all live underground

And I think that's where I'll thrive
I've been training all my life
Assuming I'm still alive
And there's at least a decent wi(-fi connection)

All this teenage misery
Except I'm almost 23
But I complain and whine
Only like half the time
Yeah, things are sort of fine
Now that you are mine