I get drunk and nobody cares
I slump unconscious at the foot of the stairs
I try to get up but my feet are like lead
there's a three mile walk before I get to my bed
and sometimes I think I should be reimbursed
when the people who love me make me feel worse
no surprise when they start to disperse
now there's vomit on my new Converse
I can't stand it, I can't even stand
but people tell me "well, you've got it in hand"
do you all find life this hard?
is everyone's coping mechanism facade?
I left the party like an hour ago
I've been walking round the streets pretending I don't know
where you can buy a beer at a quarter to two
and you'll be sure nobody even notices you

and people say "hey, aren't you the one that
used to host those parties?
now the fun never stops because it never gets started?
and it seems like the problem you have is
you see things too darkly
wouldn't you feel less down if you went to more parties?"

i've been out and nothing felt right
but I still stayed out until the end of the night
a bad night that never turned good
then it bled into my Saturday mood
And the thing I find if I've had a drink
is it only amplifies whatever mood I'm in
and if I go out despite feeling low
then it won't be much fun for anyone I know
I try to say I won't drink this weekend
By three on Friday, my resolve has weakened
And you may not find the answer in a San Miguel
but we'll have to have a couple to definitely tell
and I thought I'd go out and be a hit like Drogba
but instead I'm more like a failure like Pogba
can't make a pass without falling to the floor
and abandon expectations that I'll ever score

and people say "hey, aren't you the one that
used to host those parties?
now the fun never stops because it never gets started?
and it seems like the problem you have is
you see things too darkly
wouldn't you feel less down if you went to more parties?"