Short Way Home

If you want, I can keep on trying to break through this brick wall.
But i'm out of cash, and my liver's full.
Sometimes I feel like dying more than usual,
thanks for tonight, but I've got to go.

It's an after party, after party,
And naughty things getting off with me,
At least it's regularly.
It's all good fun at the time,
but by the time my thumbs are dry,
I'm left with a headache and bloodshot eyes.

We could walk the short way home,
The wind's still cold and I forgot my coat.
Typical, just starting to get high.
I wish I could be anywhere but here.
But it's my own fault and I know,
I'd still the say the same at home.

Friday night and I'm in my pyjamas,
With a kid film ready to go.
Then I get the call adrenaline flows,
I would rather stay home in my bedroom safe in my own house.
I don't want to leave, but I don't wanna to miss out.

It's an after party, after party,
And naughty things getting off with me,
At least it's regularly.
It's all good fun at the time,
But by the time my thumbs are dry,
I'm left with a headache and bloodshot eyes.

We could walk the short way home,
The wind's still cold and I forgot my coat,
Typical, just starting to get high.
I wish I could be anywhere but here,
But it's my own fault and I know I'd still say the same at home.

We could walk the short way home,
The wind's still cold and I forgot my coat,
Typical, just starting to get high.
I wish I could be anywhere but here,
But it's my own fault and I know I'd still say the same at home.



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Duce, Benjamin Sansom, Declan Hart, Edward Thrower
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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