Mum pick me up, I'm scared

I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re talking about Mum pick me up I’m scared Only feeling safe when it’s overcast out Mum pick me up I’m scared Feeling kind of stressy while polishing my worn out boots Going out to parties, seeing all the harsh things, getting all the strangest looks Oh When did this city get oh so pretty and small It makes me miss sick days, sofa beds, Lucozade, all The little comforts of my home, of my Home, my home The ringing in my ears, an unbearable sound Mum pick me up I’m scared Up in all the clouds yet I’m falling down Mum pick me up I'm scared Sitting at a bus stop, looking at the clothes shops shutting up for the night Looking through a peephole, watching clips of peep show, always getting into fights Oh When did this city get oh so pretty and small It makes me miss sick days, sofa beds, lucozade, all The little comforts of my home, of my Home, my home I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step I’ve taken the wrong step