Sort Yourself Out - Cosmo Jarvis

I’m getting too old for this young man’s game

As soon as i settle people change

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

So you come home

And look around your room

At your superman comic collection

«why can’t i fly?», you say

And you think about

Where all of this is going

Why couldn’t you be a hero?

Well, being a hero’s easy in a way

And you’re angry that

You’ve only got two words

That you ever type into google:

«free porn» and that’s it, nothing else

And you’re so sick of

Pathetically quitting smoking

'cause you’re scared it’ll dent your lifespan

Quicksand, that’s all smoking is

You can’t help yourself

And you’re broke too

'cause you always waste your money

Like on that stupid mandolin

Still sitting in the corner opposite me

So you lay down

On your bed and try to sleep

But you can’t even do that 'cause you’ve got

Some obsessive compulsive

Thing where you pray for your family

And you’re running out of friends to lose

There’s something wrong with you boy

You make them leave, you’re harsh

So give up and give in to being human

Like you gave in to smoking

How you loved that rollie in your mouth at last

I’m getting too old for this young man’s game

As soon as i settle people change

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

And you sit there

With cups of piss in your bedroom

'cause you figure you’ll be gone soon

So you don’t use the toilet anymore

And your mother

She’s having a nervous breakdown

And the fault is all just yours

You call her names until she sleeps

«goodnight mum you’re a whore»

And you’re dreaming

Of marrying jessica whats-her-face

Well maybe you will and maybe you won’t

But you’ve gotta deal with now, right now

And your brother

Yeah i can tell he hates you

'cause even on his birthday

You somehow managed to cause a row

You treat

The people that you meet

Just like you treat guitars:

You use them, be nice to them

Then forget them like r.

e

And you’re so mad

That when you leave the door

You turn into this other guy

And without him you’re useless as can be

Sort yourself out please

I’m getting too old for this young man’s game

As soon as i settle people change

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

Sort yourself out please

(this is god. i’m stuck in a barrel

I’ve been in here for 140 years

Help me.)