Not What You Paid For

So wasted he's throwing up on the grass
I spent all I earn this week again
And I'm trying to make it last

Missed the last train
It's four o'clock again
The cab driver quoted 80 bucks
So he began to walk

Oh, this is not what you paid for
Spilling drinks on the table
Getting fucked up and kicked out

Lift my blinds
Another wasted day
Sleeping off the hunger pains
And saying you're okay

Oh, this is not what you paid for
Spilling drinks on the table
Getting fucked up and kicked out
Even in a blacked out bar

Well, I can't really forgive myself
If I don't know what I'm sorry about
My friends keep over compensating for
Not knowing if there's a fucking point anymore

You caught me at a bad time
But to be honest, there hasn't been a good one for a while
Could you do me a favour?
Don't tell anyone what you saw here

The dull throbbing of a reckless summer
Fucking get me out of here
The quick flicker of a smile
That I've never seen before in her eyes

Oh, this is not what you paid for
Spilling drinks on the table
Getting fucked up and kicked out
Even in a blacked out bar

Well, I can't really forgive myself
If I don't know what I'm sorry about
My friends keep over compensating for
Not knowing if there's a fucking point anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Ashton Hardman Le Cornu, Kieran Lama, Caleb Harper, Peppa Lane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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