It's sports day,
long brown hair tied up in a pretty pony,
feet on the grass head in the clouds,
she's finally watching you think, must do her proud.
you run and run until your lugs collapse,
first place in every race, you refused to be last,
so you pushed harder and harder and widened the gaps.
you get home, gold stars stuck on the shirt,
she cracks open a can and thinks she can flirt,
but mum what about me? i came first!
so you sing, you dance, laugh till your stomach cramps,
but she reaches into a strangers pants.
mum i wanna play
"i'm with a friend right now, i can't."
so you play with your dolls and daylight rolls,
you argue and argue and it takes its toll,
you'll never be good enough no matter what you do,
its always something old and something new.
fuck sports day never again, always 'ill' as you say amen.
pray to someone but all is never forgiven,
you push and you push,
"god you're so driven"
slide a note under her door,
sorry i'm a bad child mummy,
but you're still ignored.
