Phoebe Hates Your Mother

Pulling out your phone again You're here but your mind is somewhere else As we stop the car for fuel You ask me for some smokes and chewing gum Jeanie's on your playlist Talking about how ghosts don't really die We know how she's going to act When your mother invites you inside She's going to find a cut to pick Until it all comes tumbling out And she hates your mum There's nothing that you can say There's nothing that you can do You feel the same way But families bond like glue Phoebe says doesn't care About the bullshit in the room Could've sworn that wasn't true Pacing around like an animal In a hell made just for you Take a walk down to the pub Just to get a different view Now we've got an audience She doesn't know where to start with you She's going to find a cut to pick Until it all comes tumbling out And she hates you now There's nothing that you can say There's nothing that you can do You feel the same way But misery sticks like glue