A Happy Medium - Malcolm Middleton

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

I’m gonna need to find

A happy medium

To make my future look good

I’m gonna need to find

A happy medium

To make my future look good

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

My body is a temple

And my hands and mouth are science

Smoke till my mouth gets furry

Then smoke some ugly more

Let the juices flow

Being alive right now is sore

Everythings ok

I’m obviously unhappy

You can tell I’m losing it again

Paper on the piano

Credit in the red

I can’t find my friends

I walk the market aisles

Looking for a girl

I asked out when I was 10

And I just don’t fit in

Too unfit for the gym

My youth is dead

Woke up again today

Woke up again today

Woke up again today

Woke up again today

Woke up again today

Woke up again today

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease

Woke up again today

Realised I hate myself

My face is a disease