I get from touring Suddenly it doesn't seem Much fun to be off my At a quarter to am
You're out, I see through you (I awful) voice's talkin' to me This ain't funny (The irons been on in my house for fucking weeks) I see you I'm about to do something
I dare say why my manager got and smacked me headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty Staring at the crackwork, lookin' with me brandy The 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me
rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear I do a but then panic and feel a bit prang'd So I glug from the bottle to ease of the panic Then it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad
Snort tour support and then have a drink The bruise on the side of my head is banging The only reason I this was the deal me a laughin' The only reason I this was the deal me a laughin'
prangin' out, I see through you These talkin' to me This ain't even funny, I see you I'm to do something stupid
The girl in my bed is kinda right now I know she's she's a bit frightened somehow I don't think she what I'd invited her back to my house I want anyone to see me like this right now
I sorts thoughts rollin' back in my I've a poor sports, thoughts dance in my mind A banging headache dancin' by their side Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my
I don't remember any of what I thought at all The conclusion to when I forgot it all Panicking a bit, gettin' to fuck all So nursing my bruise I drink right the bottle
I don't anyone, I know to see me like this My fibs and became lies and lists She's sell-tell, no doubt, fuck it I'm not going to start drinkin', no, I for now
You're out, I see through you voices talkin' to me This even funny, I see through you I'm to do something stupid
My must have slipped down and gone to sleep Before the pain must've dawned on me Around the time I was sketchin' tryin' to con sleep And the new day on me was nearly in here
I must flaked while I puttied, way to loads more 'Cuz I'd staked on bookings waited to the score Why do I break my not to wager any more? I flaked on the and majorly totaled on the score
I've got a simple problem but my spinning out I remembered the between the wine and the stout The rush of fear made me forget how fucked I'd This time I'm drying my eyes and a fuckin' nose
Turnin' the off when my promo bloke phones me for it getting nasty when my manager when he only beat me I his wallet out the window as it had grown heated He said, "Sort your life out" as he me onto my feet
You're out, I see through you These voices to me This even funny, I see through you I'm about to do stupid
You're prangin' out, I see you voices talkin' to me This ain't funny, I see through you I'm about to do something
Right now logic states, I need to be not contemplating (I see you) rational thought, it would seem that I need to be
Not doing stuff that makes seem like an easier option (I see you) I need a totally Trojan right now (I see you)