Delia Smith

My mum always liked Delia Smith
And I drank, drank, drank just to deal with my shit
I learned to tell little white lies
When I feel inadequate almost all the time

I'd like to think I'm deep
I'd like to think I'm deep
I'd like to think I'm deep
But I just skim the pages, so I can fake my speech
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Me, fucking me, and I'm not ashamed

A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
A bed, a bar, a bed
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
Sometimes I wish I was
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
A bed, a bar, a bed
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
Sometimes I wish I was

I was always so cripplingly shy
I was good at sports, but I always cried
I loved my friends and I hated my life
I couldn't be bothered doing anything with my time

I think I know a little about a lot
I think I know a little about a lot
I think I know a little about a lot
But don't ask me too much, or I might get caught
So don't speak too loud
Don't speak up too loud
Don't speak up too loud
Or they'll brand you a bitch, and they'll throw you out

A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
A bed, a bar, a bed
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
Sometimes I wish I was
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
A bed, a bar, a bed
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
Sometimes I wish I was

Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Who wants to be special anyway?
Me, fucking me, and I'm not ashamed

A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
A bed, a bar, a bed
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
Sometimes I wish I was
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
A bed, a bar, a bed
A bed, a wardrobe, a bed
Sometimes I wish I was

Sometimes I wish I was
Sometimes I wish I was dead