Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher and Jason Flynn
She's waking up,
the mirror says
that her hairs
getting far too long
A coffee cup,
to start the day,
better make sure
it's good and strong
To get her through
Got things to do
And now that the clock says eight,
can't be late,
so hit the brakes
Lost all your friends
they'd had enough,
couldn't watch
while you killed yourself
And you pretend
you gave them up,
for a lifetime of cars and wealth
Misunderstood
Don't feel so good
Another the clock says eight,
can't be late
so hit the brakes
I said hit the brakes
Composition:
Cracknell
Stanley
Wiggs