Sweet Waste - Methyl Ethel

Late last September

Didn’t know what to do

I was reading poetry and

Mixing up a lethal brew

You didn’t notice

I even drank it too

Talking 'bout some politics

Oh, maybe that was missing truth

Coming from the darkness

Shattered twice that’s true

Walking back to Melbourne Street

Maybe for some other hear

But you always have a different look

Bottle will have to do

You were signing up today

To see if I was blue

I was in the rain

Cut myself again

Get back to the pharmacy and

Swallow it up today

You got a private number

I never even knew

If you want another summer

I got a lot of things to do

Be more by the other somethings

So live her underneath the rain

Apologise for the commentary

Wasn’t it all a waste

But I was suffering

Bubbling in the stew

Spent the time all by myself now I

Can’t remember who

I reached your private number baby

I was a little rude

But you can’t deny the chemistry, oh

You never do