Michael Aldag Hot Chocolate Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Twelve-year-olds with porn addictions
Young men with no self esteem
Sitting fantasising on the wrong side of a laptop screen
Girls who think that all men hate them
Men who think girls hate them more
Me at nineteen filling the void inside myself by being a whore
Niche internet micro celebrities
Parents who are out of touch
Friends you spend every second with but you don't actually like that much
Saying that you'll kill yourself at any minor inconvenience
Being taken advantagе of when you were young and inеxperienced
[Chorus]
What if we make it out of this alive
Through the dirt, to the end, you and I
What if we make it out of this alive
Evermore, more or less, you and I

[Verse 2]
Physical fights, sleepless nights
Vomiting in the toilet bowl
Yeah I mights, railway strikes
The feeling that you're getting old
Comments sections, insurrections
Safe spaces and intercourse
Poor connection, vinyl collections
Mum and dad's first divorce
YouTube adverts, little blue tablets
Late night outs and big regrets
Go on just have its, plastic packets
Soaked in someone else's sweat Twitter threads, existential dread
Climate change and slipper boots

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't think I've ever been more depressed, quite frankly
But anyway how are you?
[Chorus]
What if we make it out of this alive
Through the dirt, to the end, you and I
Oh what if we make it out of this alive
Evermore, more or less, you and I

[Verse 3]
Tongue kissing, shower pissing
The same food that you eat a lot
After you hit twenty, nobody cares if you are nice or not
Instagram DMs, losing friends
Getting them back again
Doing it for the plot, being hot
No more rights for men
Eating disorders, closing the borders
Hot chocolates and suicide
Making "your mum" jokes to someone then finding out that their mum has died
Stealing personalities off an app
Getting fat, getting thin
Trying to find out where the internet ends and I begin (I begin)

[Chorus]
What if we make it out of this alive
Through the dirt, to the end, you and I
Oh what if we make it out of this alive
Evermore, more or less, you and I
(ooh, ahh, I)