I, I'm 2 years old again
And I won't do anything
That I don't want to

I fell down and hurt myself
So i'm screaming at everything
Cause I just want attention

But please, please leave me on my own
Cause there's nothing that you can do
To make me feel better

   I know it's unacceptable
   That screaming and kicking
   And scratching and biting
   And sulking won't get anything done

My face is falling apart again
My skin's chapped and eyes swelling
And they have been for months

And I, I'm so fed up with it
Doctor doesn't know what it is
And nothing i do seems to help

   So I'm plying myself with all 
   Sorts of cream and pills
   Trying to sleep, maybe 
   That's where the trouble lies
   Cause stress isn't good for me
   I know, but honestly
   I don't think that I can
   Do much about that right now

I haven't seen my best friend in weeks
Is that what you are to me?
Are you too busy to talk?

And how, how would you know that I'm 
So fucking annoyed at you
For not telling me things I needed to know

And it kind of hurts
That you went and forgot that we'd 
Set a date for a movie
And Doctor Who

   I wish I could beat you up
   Wish I could make you see
   Wish that you'd call me and
   Wish that you'd talk to me
   Wish that you'd get it
   But of course you don't get it
   Cause you're just a boy 
   And quite frankly what do boys know?

But I, I'm 26 years old
And I'm moping about everything
That I can't control