Slippin'

Baby girl
You're slipping inside with no place to hide
But the bottom of your sippy cup
Won't you fill it up?
Won't you tell me about your love?
How you messed it up
You dream too big
And breathe in and out
Hold up, slow it down
I'm not one to control myself or my mental health
No need to hold the door
I can do it by myself

Young me got me feeling like my poster
Under pressure, dressed better and much older
Young me got me feeling like my poster
Under pressure, dressed better and much older

Slipping still
You wrestle around, punch up this whole town
With your multicoloured parka coat
And your money home
Baby, love is all alone
Check your mobile phone
You dream too small
Too men each side with no place to hide
Except the bottom of your silly love
Oh, so silly love
Taking what you can and leaving when it's had enough

Old me got me feeling like my posters
Used the booze and left it to the coasters
Old me got me feeling like my posters
Used the booze and left it to the coasters