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We were only supposed to go out for the night, |
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But it's been a few hours now since it got light - |
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We're a mess, and the worst part is we couldn't care less. |
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There's water in the ash-tray and ash in the sink, |
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The carpet's mostly soaking, but there's nothing to drink - |
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We're a state, and we're starting to regret staying awake. |
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And I'll pay for my sins when I get paid, |
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I'll stop talking to girls when I get laid. |
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I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed. |
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But then I never was the clever one. |
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We were only supposed to go out for the night, |
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I did my best to go home but in the end I lost the fight with myself - |
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To be honest I was hoping I'd go home with someone else. |
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And right about now I should be starting my day, |
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But instead I am sat here downing the dregs of yesterday, |
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All the while trying to prop up both ends of my smile. |
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And I'll pay for my sins when I get paid, |
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I'll stop talking to girls when I get laid. |
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I should have gone home when I could, but I stayed. |
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But then I never was the clever one, |
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But always the one to not see that I'm done and |
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I need to go home and get to sleep, |
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Always the last to see the moment has passed and |
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I need to admit my defeat. |
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And I'm lonely - there, I said it. |
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I'm lonely, but it's hard to admit it |
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When everbody thinks that you're fine all the time and you're not. |
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So we were only supposed to go out for the night... |
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But who am I kidding? Try as I might I can't stop |
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Until I've squeezed out every last drop. |
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And I'll pay for my sins when I get paid |
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But I don't have a penny to my name. |
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I'll stop talking to girls when I get laid |
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But I haven't had a shower for days. |
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I should've gone home when I could but I stayed, |
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And so I stay up alone, |
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And set off on my own |
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To the station where I catch the first train. |
