Plimsoll Punks

When I chip through your candy coating You're stuffed with insulation Just strawberry ice cream floating With a sprinkle indignation Cherry under knot of shoestring You're a plimsoll punk You're a plimsoll punk And you're getting me down, getting me down, you're getting me down Getting me down, down, down, you're getting me down Getting me down, getting me down, getting me down Plimsoll punk Your posture's blocking out any possible light I can hardly see This conversation spirals into a fight I can barely breathe Who ran from roman candles Underneath a willow weeping Do the tealights on your mantel Illuminate that summer feeling You're the seashell in my sandal That's slicing up my heel You're a plimsoll punk You're a plimsoll punk And you're getting me down, getting me down, you're getting me down Getting me down, down, down, you're getting me down Wrecking my brain, trying to escape, getting me down Plimsoll punk Plimsoll punk Your posture's blocking out any possible light I can no longer see This conversation spirals into a fight I can barely breathe Getting me down, getting me down, you're getting me down Getting me down, down, down, you're getting me down Getting me down, getting me down, you're getting me down Plimsoll punk Plimsoll punk Plimsoll punks