I was stuck in minor chords,
I've been here once before
With environmental echoes
Via baggage on my floor.

So get over here,
Let's grab ourselves another beer
To drink until tomorrow,
To forget that we're still alive.

We're drinking to forget,
But it always breeds regrets
And disillusioned faces upon friends that we've seldom met.

I do believe that my
Self-constructed alibi
Is cracking under pressure,
Whilst I'm breaking on the inside.

I'm sick of making a show,
I'm sick of sitting with my hands trapped,
Falling on my back and telling people I know,
More than they needed to know.

This song is more than a self-indulgent rant,
It's closure for the times that I let you down.
You know I need you around.

Well I'm still here, long overdue.
Because it feels like home
In a life of pastures new.

So this one's for the friends
And also for the sound
Of distant laughter, acting as reminders.

In a town that made us feel at home,
We broke our backs on floors of stone.
But I'd rather wake there any day
Than wake up here alone.

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba