Ode To My Friends
And I'm worried that tomorrow's just like yesterday
When I stay quiet it's not cos I've got nothing to say
20 drinks on Friday evening, tell 'em I'll be fine
Don't know where I'm going, take me with the tide
And are my friends a bunch of losers, alcoholics, drug abusers
But we all look for excuses, to make us feel alright
And am I really just an arsehole, throwing stones inside a glass home
Can't stop pickin' up my iPhone to keep me up at night
Only livin' for the weekend, we're running out of borrowed time
Pages keep on getting written, you read yours but I'll burn mine
Oh my youth is going boring, I'm just sleeping through the morning
And I don't know where I'm going, but take me with the tide
And are my friends a bunch of losers, alcoholics, drug abusers
But we all look for excuses, to make us feel alright
And am I really just an arsehole, throwing stones inside a glass home
Can't stop pickin' up my iPhone to keep me up at night
And are my friends a bunch of losers, alcoholics, drug abusers
But we all look for excuses, to make us feel alright
And am I really just an arsehole, throwing stones inside a glass home
Can't stop pickin' up my iPhone to keep me up at night
When I stay quiet it's not cos I've got nothing to say
20 drinks on Friday evening, tell 'em I'll be fine
Don't know where I'm going, take me with the tide
And are my friends a bunch of losers, alcoholics, drug abusers
But we all look for excuses, to make us feel alright
And am I really just an arsehole, throwing stones inside a glass home
Can't stop pickin' up my iPhone to keep me up at night
Only livin' for the weekend, we're running out of borrowed time
Pages keep on getting written, you read yours but I'll burn mine
Oh my youth is going boring, I'm just sleeping through the morning
And I don't know where I'm going, but take me with the tide
And are my friends a bunch of losers, alcoholics, drug abusers
But we all look for excuses, to make us feel alright
And am I really just an arsehole, throwing stones inside a glass home
Can't stop pickin' up my iPhone to keep me up at night
And are my friends a bunch of losers, alcoholics, drug abusers
But we all look for excuses, to make us feel alright
And am I really just an arsehole, throwing stones inside a glass home
Can't stop pickin' up my iPhone to keep me up at night
Credits
Writer(s): Callan Macleod
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