I’m twenty five and I feel old
Bought a coffee today, it was cold
There’s nothing to watch on TV
Poor little middle class me
Went to work, I got paid, I went home
Had a chat to some friends on the phone
Bought a coke, got another coke free
Poor little middle class me
Everything’s wrong and nothing is wrong
Sometimes I feel good but it doesn’t last long
I’m not going up, I’m not going down
I’m just sort of stuck in this strange middle ground
I’m worried I’m getting a gut
Tomorrow I’ll get my hair cut
I’ve got a uni degree
Poor little middle class me
I think I’ve lost my sense of humour
Found a lump in the shower, it might be a tumour
I actually like my family
Poor little middle class me
Everything’s right and nothing is right
But mostly I feel like it’s all just “alright”
I’m not going forward, I’m not going back
Why do I long for the things I don’t lack?
What do I want? What do I need?
Sometimes I cut myself just to see if I bleed
Maybe everything I need is right here
My ciggies, my drugs, and this stubby of beer…
I need a new pair of shoes
But there’s too fucken many to choose
There’s that movie I wanted to see
I’ll wait til it’s on DVD
Hey diddle diddle, I’m stuck in the middle
Poor little middle class me
