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 til these have holes in them too

From dragging your heels when

Your knees are too weak to elevate your thoughts