Two-Headed Calf - Wasteland Lyrics

Let down mum and dad again
I'm just a kid with a baseball bat
I've got no more prospects
All my friends are busy
The clock is ticking, and I'm not moving with it
I'm a vessel of memories
I loved this city, in all of my naivety
But now it's a wasteland
The older I get the better I am at hiding my grief
The older I get the better I am at hiding my grief
I used to drink like a fish
And never kissed bad friends goodbye
And although now I can't hack it
I sometimes miss the artificial lights
And how they shine so bright
The older I get the better I am at hiding my grief
The older I get the better I am at hiding my grief
The older I get the better I am at hiding my grief
The older I get the better I am at hiding my grief
Growing up has maimed me
Growing up has maimed me
Growing up has maimed me
Growing up has maimed me