There are two ways of doing this
One is easy and one is complicated
And it's up to me to pick one now
And I don't think I'll pick the easy one

Of all these short-life plans they're building here
There's not a single one you should pay attention to
They only do it 'cos it looks so ***king good
When they show it on the news

You get long days of belly-ache
That's you inside of her
You get a wire under the ocean to connect and talk to me
Long days of belly-ache

A million things that I should do
But I tell you all it's like I'm glued to this chair
November p***ed just like that
November p***ed just like that

And I consider these options again
All you Mr. Suit-gentlemen
Come bury me with ********, please
I know exactly how it feels

You get long days of belly-ache
That's me inside of her
You get a wire across the sky to carry my love
Long days of absolutely nothing, nothing at all

So go ahead, tell me I'm stupid
Never ever been a sunbeam
I want to scream until my lounges bleed
I want to scream until I can't speak
So go on, dig your thumbs in
Take a bite of me, take another bite of me

And give me long days of belly-ache
That's you inside of me
You get a wire across the sky to carry all the love you need
Long days of absolutely nothing
Nothing at all, long days of belly-ache