The Connells - Bust lyrics

Morning lands like aeroplanes wrecked inside my bed. Your favorite Teenage Fanclub song is knocking around my head. In fits and starts remembering the things I should regret but I don't want to sanitize my thoughts just yet. These lessons in anatomy This adolescent crush This sod-it-all mentality Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust. Afternoon's an open end boredom lines the shelves. I've got the time and half the time I'm not myselves. Nightime falls and Tall Boy calls Patience running out Claws and flaws and don't we all just muck about. This funny, runny part of me is boiling in the crust and it's been spilling out of me. Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust.