A Happy Medium Lyrics

Malcolm Middleton A Happy Medium

Woke up again today
Realized I hate myself
My face is a disease

I'm gonna need to find
A happy medium
To make my future look good

My body is a temple
And my hands and mouth are science
Smoke till my mouth gets furry
Then smoke some ugly more

Let the juices flow
Being alive right now is sore
Everythings okay, I'm obviously unhappy
You can tell I'm losing it again

Paper on the piano
Credit in the red
I cant find my friends
Walk the market aisles

Looking for a girl, I asked out when I was 10
And I just don't fit in
Too unfit for the gym
My youth is dead

Woke up again today