Lyrics:

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
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
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
Plimsoll punk
Plimsoll punk
Plimsoll punks