Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher and Jason Flynn   



She's waking up, 

 the mirror says 

 that her hairs 

 getting far too long.

 

 A coffee cup, 

 to start the day, 

 better make sure 

 it's good and strong.

 

 To get her through.

 Got things to do.

 And now that the clock says eight, 

 can't be late,

 so hit the brakes.

 

 Lost all your friends 

 they'd had enough,

 couldn't watch 

 while you killed yourself.

 And you pretend 

 you gave them up, 

 for a lifetime of cars and wealth

 

 Misunderstood.

 Don't feel so good.

 Another the clock says eight, 

 can't be late 

 so hit the brakes.

 I said hit the brakes.

  





Composition: 

Cracknell 

Stanley 

Wiggs