Posts Tagged 'Kate Nash'

Darling don’t give me shit ’cause I know that you’re full of it.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Kate Nash lately and I’ve also been feeling this silly, little song a lot lately, so I thought I’d share. One of these days I’ll figure out how to just put a song on here, but for now, all you get are lyrics. So here it is, aptly titled “Dickhead” :

Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for?
You’re just fucking up situations

Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for?
Youre just fucking up situations

Shiny floor, slippery feet
Lights are dim, my eyes can’t meet
The reflection that turns my images
Upside down so I can’t see

Think you know everything
You really don’t know nothing
I wish that you were more intelligent
So you could see that what you are doing is
So shitty, to me

Thirty five
People couldn’t count
On two hands the amount of times
You made me stop
Stop and think:
“Why are you being such a dickhead for?”

Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for?
You’re just fucking up situations
Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for?
You’re just fucking up situations

Stop, no, don’t show
Just have a think before you…
Will you stop, no, don’t show
Just have a think before you…
Will you stop, no, don’t show
Just have a think before you…
And, stop, don’t show
Oh, Just have a think before you…

Cos my brain and my bones don’t want to take this anymore
My brain and my bones don’t want to take this anymore
My brain and my bones don’t want to take this anymore
My brain and my bones don’t want to take this anymore, so

Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for?
You’re just fucking up situations

Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for?
You’re just fucking up situations

Today was my last day at work.

I held it together until I got home and then I couldn’t hold it together anymore. So, I’m sitting on the couch home alone with my tears, eating chocolate. Hahaha. Ridiculous.

This makes my heart happy and sad at the same time. It’s precious.

Yes, occasionally I’m actually mushy and sentimental.