Breakfast is burning, kettle stopped working,
Milk in the fridge gone sour.
Ignorant faces, ice on my laces,
Delays on the underground.
Petrol is rising, leaders are lying,
Watching the world melt down.
Signal is fading, can't hear what you're saying,
My minutes are running out,
She makes me fell like...
She's my pick me up, pick me up
The traffic is crawling, my wages are falling,
So long tip my holiday.
Sick of the warning, a different story,
With voices that sound the same.
I wish it was cheaper, scared of the meter,
Watching the second hand.
Late to the station, lost in translation,
Stuck in a taxi cab,
She makes me feel like...
She's my pick me up, pick me up
When I wander alone, and she tells me she's home,
Now I'm lost but it's me in control.
It's the thought of her face that helps me pick up the pace,
The days lost, but I know
She makes me feel like...
When you're lifting the world but it's just too heavy,
She's my pick me up, pick me up, p-p-pick me up.
Writer(s): Joshua Michael Wilkinson, Rick Parkhouse, Luke Thomas Spiller, George Henry Tizzard, Adam Richard Leslie Slack
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