Driving in drag down the Moray Coast
The boy who lived the least and worried the most
Said, "Love is for losers, lust is a boast"
Such disdain for the natural world
I've watched fathers and father figures lose all their words
I've watched mothers and mother nature feeding the birds
I overheard a boy flirt with the end of the world
Maybe he was playing pretend
But of course
But of course
But of course
You can film me
You can film me
You can film me
Quick as a flash
Stripped back for cash
I've lived so long my heroes are the absolute worst
I've lived so long that everyone's convinced they're cursed
I've lived so long the bubble has finally burst
Who am I, where are my friends?
But there's always time enough for grieving backstage
For all the tears, the words will barely notice the page
I'm hanging off the raggedy end of my age
Am I not meant to be, baby?
But of course
But of course
But of course
You can film me
You can film me
You can film me
Quick as a flash
Stripped back for cash
I'll show you
Capable of such insufferable prose
Incapable of anywhere but right on the nose
Invariably, incurably underexposed
Just let me take off my clothes
But of course
You can film me
You can film me
You can film me
Quick as a flash
Stripped back for cash
But of course
You can film me
You can film me
You can film me