Ritalin

She works at a Chemist
A bit of a pessimist
Gets yelled at by old Russian men
Paid ten bucks an hour
Some bloke just bought her flowers
That comes in every week for his Ritalin

The lonely chick who grabs a parma
And a Vic Bitty with her father
At the local, there's some shitty cover band
No interest in nightclubs
The Vinyl Room's all I've got
And she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand

Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?
Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?

Chronic masturbator, yet her parents fucking hate her
Been like that since the age of ten
Acting cool, barely eighteen
And at school she only daydreams of
Pwning Runescape noobs in her bed

Gets along with old folks much
Better than the young blokes
Try so hard to keep her cool-headed cover
Scared of writing songs that everyone can rip on just once again
And the boo-arse you call her brother

Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?
Doesn't it suck growing up?
Doesn't she know it?

Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it
Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet
Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it
Hold in there kid, you'll be sweet