| she said last night
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| she had a big night
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| and the lights on the dance floor were real bright
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| the drinks kept coming and the more they came
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| the more she felt like herself again
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| now she got the binge drink
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| oozing with instinct
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| to try and make life all new and shiny
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| extract the slime and the sleaze and demeaning
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| and win back a little more self esteem
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| and so she’s got a story for the girls on monday
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| the same damn story she told em last week
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| she hooked up passed out fell down woke up
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| walked home carrying her heels and handbag
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| it’s too bad she broke up with him
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| she never used to get like that with him
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| still she won’t call, won’t text, won’t ring
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| she don’t wanna be the one to give in
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| i mean, she’s holding on to her pride
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| besides, she’s probably moved on, right?
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| last night
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| i had a big night
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| now i feel a little shaky on the inside
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| and there’s no time like the present
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| i’ll stay in bed until eleven in china
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| piece together all of the things i did
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| i can’t believe some of the things i said
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| all i need to get me through
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| is sunlight, coffee and a picture of you
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| all i need is you
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| he said last night
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| he had a big night
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| now he’s tryina recall what what it looked like
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| (what's it look like?)
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| and it’s a long way down in the dim light
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| when you can’t think right
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| and you’re tryina crawl up an incline
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| and he’s got a little bruised up black eye
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| and he’s got a strong urge to have a big cry
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| head like an egg when it’s being fried up
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| he ain’t too sure that he even had a good time
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| he never used to be like that with her
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| he never used to get so high around her
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| now every night out is a permanent blur
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| with an explanation that’s beyond words
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| he sits on the couch
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| cottonball mouth
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| watching the telly tryina dumb himself down
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| telling himself it’s time to pull his head in
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| but next weekend he’s gonna do it again
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| (and again
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| and again
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| and again
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| and again
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| and again
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| and again
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| and again
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| and again)
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| last night
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| i had a big night
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| now i feel a little shaky on the inside
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| and there’s no time like the present
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| i’ll stay in bed until eleven in china
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| piece together all of the things i did
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| i can’t believe some of the things i said
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| all i need to get me through
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| is sunlight, coffee and a picture of you
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| all i need is you
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| again, shipwrecked inside my head
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| again, shipwrecked inside my head
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| again, shipwrecked inside my head
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| again, shipwrecked inside my head
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| and a good night’s sleep
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| and some pain relief
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| and a week of work
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| and a hot shower
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| and a trip to the coast
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| and some eggs on toast
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| and some radiohead
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| and to stay in bed
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| all i need is you |