Today I wished the world away from inside my flat And almost made an Instagram account for my cat I want to dance and strut I want to pretend That this week-old Pizza Hut Is not my oldest friend But, you know, with the sky falling down In six months we'll all live underground And I think that's where I'll thrive I've been training all my life Assuming I'm still alive And there's at least a decent wi-fi connection All this teenage misery Except I'm almost 23 But I complain and whine Only like half the time Yeah things are sort of fine Now that you are mine