Not Angry Yet - St. South

She said, «I've been thinkin' 'bout this for a while now»

But I don’t believe it, you never stopped loving me out loud

I hang out the washing

I’m not what she wanted

I’m folding the laundry

Was my bed too hard for you, after all?

I’m sick of feeling so fucking small

But I’m not angry yet

She said, «I've been worried 'bout us for some time now»

But you never said so and we never stopped making each other proud

I hang out the washing

I’m not what she wanted

I’m folding the laundry

Was my bed too hard for you, after all?

I’m sick of feeling so fucking small

But I’m not angry yet

The colour left summer, my luck dropping in thirds

The only thing I ate this week were my fucking words

How, how can you not

Wanna see the person you love?

I hang out the washing

I’m not what she wanted

I’m folding the laundry

Was my bed too hard for you, after all?

I’m sick of feeling so fucking small

But I’m not angry yet