Caught Out
I’m in deep trouble
I didn’t do me homework last night
I couldn’t care less though
‘Cause I had my hand in her hand
And we were talking in the woods
And as the mulch turned to sludge
I said “love, I don’t want to be your seconds
I reckon that’s not good for either of us”

I want to get caught out
I reckon that would sort this mess out
I want him to come down to the woods
One evening after school and see us making out
You know it makes sense
You said it yourself, he’s nothing to write home about

In the silver rain, as stone turns the colour of slate
And the jeans I changed into take on animal patterns and
I’m hoping that the camera will pan
Away from the sanctuary
And up to the embankment where
He’ll be advancing
I want to get caught out
I reckon that would sort this mess out
I want him to come down to the woods
One evening after school and see us making out
You know it makes sense
You said it yourself, he’s nothing to write home about
He’s nothing to write home about