The Kids - Charlotte Cardin

We’re holding onto past grey, lost blue

And I hate you, you know

Wish that we could control our urges to hold each other again

But now I’m looking across lines wrote and lost

I can translate, you know

Burnt before it was lit, you found a lovely bad trip

And you ruined us, oh, you wrecked us

Too bad for the kids downstairs

The constant bad luck

The place by the window

Where we used to

Your vegan trend

Your philosophy lines

You’re not a friend, not this time

Still holding on

We both know you’re wrong, but your face says «all good»

You’ve always been such a runner, thought you’d leave me sooner

But you’re still down here

With the girls and the kids

And the poor and the ill

And with me, babe

With the girls and the kids

And the poor and the ill

And with me, babe

Too bad for the kids downstairs

The constant bad luck

The place by the window

Where we used to

Your vegan trend

Your philosophy lines

You’re not a friend

And all the kids downstairs

The place by the window

Where you pulled my hair

And your vegan trend

You’re not a friend, not a friend

Too bad for the kids downstairs, oh

The kids downstairs, ooh

Your vegan trends, oh

The kids downstairs, oh