Twerkins - Strawberry Milk Lyrics

I can't speak, what I mean
And that's okay
Drinking, smoking cigarettes when you were only eight
Is an awful substitute for
Breathing the air
Do you really care, cause
Drinking on some strawberry milk
When I was a kid
Was the only thing that helped me
Growing up is hell
Growing up is hell

I can't believe
What I've seen
The headline reads
Teachers bonding with the deviants
Job well done
Differences in what you're doing and
What you're doing right
Could be quintessential for
Finding that new job
Finding that new job

(Okay)

Cringey, awkward, student bodies
Trashing locker rooms with colleagues
Met my best friend
Back in the nurse den
Yearning for my homestead
Yearning for my homestead

Now I've had no name
And I've got no fight
What makes me so special to live this kind of life

I can't speak, what I mean
I can't see, what you mean
I can't hear a god damn thing

And that's alright with me