Nessa Barrett, Whethan - Sick of myself

The medication didn't work
Broke up with him it didn't hurt
Put my heart into a Prada purse
Still feel like a pyro someone pass me a lighter

Do you ever wanna be someone
Do you ever wanna see somebody
Else in the mirror Cause nothing is clearer
To me

I'm sick of myself sick of my clothes
Sick of these boys and their obvious jokes
Sick of my tits sick of my shit
Bored of my car think I'll go and crash it oh