Louise Sol - The Looming Cloud (feat. Loki Hough) Lyrics

Sorry mum and dad I didn't do things with my ATAR
Couldn't be f*cked doing law so thought "plan B, might do it later"
Why have good grades, friends and make a good impression
When I could deal with shame and the ever-present
Looming cloud of depression, ohhh

When I was a kid I dreamed of being a musician
My friends and family said that I had enough ambition
To make it in the industry, oh why the f*ck did I listen
Now I'm sitting on the street, can't get a job but at least I've got good rhythm

Sorry mum and dad I didn't do things with my ATAR
Couldn't be f*cked doing law so thought "plan B, might do it later"
Why use my degree and be proud of my profession
When I could deal with shame, poverty, loss of respect and dignity, and the ever-present
Looming cloud of depression, ohhh

Now I'm doing music but does it pay? Nah, what a joke
So I'm forced to be a waitress, otherwise I'd just be broke
What's the point of having dreams, trying to be the new Picasso
When I can't even afford the luxury of a single avocado

Sorry mum and dad I didn't do things with my ATAR
Couldn't be f*cked doing law so thought "plan B, might do it later"
Why go for brunches and have a good Wi-Fi connection
When I could deal with shame, poverty, loss of respect and dignity
No more original content, arguments with Centrelink, and the ever-present
Looming cloud of depression, ohhh

Put a song on Spotify, got a million hits
One girl even came up to me and said: "oh my god can you sign my tits?"
Thought my life would change for the better after that
But five dollars a week ain't enough to feed my dying cat

Sorry mum and dad I didn't do things with my ATAR
Couldn't be f*cked doing law so thought "plan B, might do it later"
Why have my life sorted out with insurance and protection
When I could deal with shame, poverty, loss of respect and dignity
No more original content, arguments with Centrelink
Copyright infringement, unconstructive criticism, and the ever-present
Looming cloud of depression, ohhh

Depressiooooooon, depressioooooon
Copyright and piracy, crippling anxiety, outcast from society, battle with sobriety
Everybody's lying to me, mum and dad are tired of me, f*ck, the cat just died
Depressiooooooon, depressioooooon

Sorry mum and dad I didn't do things with my ATAR
Couldn't be f*cked doing law so thought "plan B, might do it later"
Why have a house and car and strive for perfection
When I could deal with shame, poverty, loss of respect and dignity
No more original content, arguments with Centrelink, copyright infringement
Unconstructive criticism
Selfish record labels, incredible unpayable HECS debt, undeniable regret and the ever-present
Looming cloud of depression, ohhh

This presentation was authorised by struggling musicians everywhere
All proceeds go to the record label not the songwriter
You wouldn't steal a movie, you wouldn't steal a handbag, so why steal a song?
Piracy is a crime, TM