To the Rescue

I've listened to too much Bowie and too much Robert Smith this week
And on Saturday I drunk so much I forgot I couldn't speak
And I cried outside at the bus stop in the rain
And I said out loud
"Fuck me, not this again"
And the poster on the bus stop made me think of Oliver
Made me think of you

I've lost count of all the ways that I am sick
And I wonder if they'll charge me extra
If my funerals on a stick?
I've lost count of all the ways that I am sick
So I'll just sing my songs, drink cheap whiskey and act like a prick

I've wrote too much sad songs and read too much comics about growing old this week
And today I thought I'd call it quits, I may have reached my peak
And I've lost count of all the times that I've cried walking home
I don't know why I keep listening to strangers sing about being alone

I'm not alone
But I feel alone



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Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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