There's nothin' like being across the world
That brings out guilt in me
'Cause I'd rather be lying in bed all day
Than staring at the sea
The sun rises so early
And I know that you're busy
And there's loads to do outside
But wont you just sit here and get high with me
I know by now you've noticed I'm so lazy
And I lose everything I've ever got
But I hope you can still like me
"How you finding Melbourne?
Is it all you thought it would be?"
I don't know, leave me alone
I just keep answering politely
'Cause there's nothing I hate more than
Fucking small talk
But I know it's just the way it goes
Being the person no one knows
I probably couldn't know much less
About photography
And the people in here dress like someone I know
Who was never very warm to me
But I'm wide-eyed at what you do
'Cause it makes you so happy
And you take the endless compliments so unprotentiously
I've been giving you a hard time for being so soft
You keep opening the car door for me
And I'm telling you to fuck off
"How you finding Melbourne,
how about that sun and the sea?"
Yeah, it's just great 'cause where I'm from
It's always cold and rainy
Oh, there's nothing I hate more than
Fucking small talk
But I know it's just the way it goes
Bein' far away from home
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