The Real Damage

歌詞

I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house, Surrounded by sleeping folks that I didn't know. On failing to find my friends, I decided that it was clearly time to go. So I made my way out of the door as quietly as I could – There was no one there I knew to say goodbye – Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the Sunday morning light. I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone, Oh yes I started out so happy now I'm hung-over and down. It was about then that I realized I was half-way through The best years of my life. So I scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where I was, And maybe even find a bus back home. I was longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone. And suddenly it hit me that I got paid this Friday last And so I rifled through my pockets for some change. But all I found was a packet of broken cigarettes and sinking sense of shame. I had to ask myself, well, Is it really worth it? Is any of this worth it? Well the whole thing's far from perfect, But I've yet to figure out a better way to spend my time. Too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains, And the real damage started to sink in. It'd been quite a heavy weekend, but I could just about remember where I'd been. I stood on a street corner, and I felt a little sick. It was about then that I realized I was half-way through The first day of the week.