Alone At St. Luke's

The graffiti on the wall says "Fuck the Tories"
Outside a takeaway, we're eating on the street
And neon in the window makes the shadows on the cars
Glow to a pop song they got playing on repeat

The shorebirds sound the same here, what did I expect?
That song's always playing in my head

Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless, we've been thinking
As long as we're still here, we might as well be drinking

The motor lodge we're at is mostly vacant
I shoplift candy and some wine from the BP
And climb in through the window when the front desk is distracted
Piling in, we're staying on the cheap

There's mouse shit on the carpet, what did I expect?
I laugh and spill the wine and stain the bed

Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless, we've been thinking
As long as we're still here, we might as well be drinking

But everyone got sick, cruel and sudden
I'm the only one it spared, I blow a goodbye kiss
And I keep pushing while the grief hangs in the air
Hurt like hell to leave 'em there, hurt like hell to leave 'em there

The graffiti on the wall says "It's a new low"
And it's so quiet I think I can hear my pulse
The gig's in an abandoned church in Glasgow
The irony's a little on the nose
It's cold and wet and lonesome what did I expect?
The stained-glass light just punched me in the chest

Spitting curses, hopping fences
Burning out like true romantics
Picking fights, it's fucking reckless, I've been thinking
As long as I'm still here, I might as well keep drinking