Milo Tin -

you’re sick of the suburbs,

you tell me all the time,

and i guess,

we got so complacent,

you’ve got it in your mind,

dreaming as your globes and maps all spin

i don’t wanna be your cultural cringe

don’t you miss the summer,

we were happy then

and i know

that i craved your affection

or at least you were still nice enough to pretend

laying in the sun in your backyard

how did everything just get so hard?

and you put your things in a milo tin,

with all the different money from where you’ve been,

and a note i wrote, that you won’t read,

cos every other boy is all you see.

you left in the winter,

you travelled all around

and i know that i was lost without you

but you say you got found

now I’m laying out in my front lawn

tryna get some sleep before its dawn

and you put your things in a milo tin,

with all the different money from where you’ve been,

and a note i wrote, that you won’t read,

cos every other boy is all you see.

and i put your cards in a vegemite jar,

so we could never really be all that far

but I’m losing hope that this won’t end

and ill be dead and gone before we mend.

you still put your things in a milo tin

i dont wanna be your cultural cringe

i put your cards in a vegemite jar

darling don’t forget about who you are