Lyrics Not Angry Yet - St. South

Not Angry Yet

She said, «I've been thinkin' 'bout this for a while now»
But I don’t believe it, you never stopped loving me out loud
I hang out the washing
I’m not what she wanted
I’m folding the laundry
Was my bed too hard for you, after all?
I’m sick of feeling so fucking small
But I’m not angry yet
She said, «I've been worried 'bout us for some time now»
But you never said so and we never stopped making each other proud
I hang out the washing
I’m not what she wanted
I’m folding the laundry
Was my bed too hard for you, after all?
I’m sick of feeling so fucking small
But I’m not angry yet
The colour left summer, my luck dropping in thirds
The only thing I ate this week were my fucking words
How, how can you not
Wanna see the person you love?
I hang out the washing
I’m not what she wanted
I’m folding the laundry
Was my bed too hard for you, after all?
I’m sick of feeling so fucking small
But I’m not angry yet