Lyrics Last Week's Alcohol - Matt Doyle

Last Week's Alcohol

Happy drunk
Grinding to a German techno beat
Shots all around
I’m drafting you a text
I’m typing sorry
I’m sleepy
Another night
Sadface ox
Vodka flows into any mixer you can find
Mini skirts shift
I see the lift of her ass
My pocket vibrates
I won’t look
It’s you again
And you’re not here
She makes a pass
Screw the phone
Screw you and all your stupid rules
Are you alone?
Are you dancing by yourself?
Cuz I’m out here
Alive here
We’re dancing here
Chugging from the bottom shelf
This is how it feels to fall in love
This is how it feels to fall
The weakness, the sadness
The sirens, the madness
The pounding in your chest
Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance
I’m watching you
I’m watching me
I’m watching us fall
Fall
Do I see you standing across the crowded room?
Like some montage or like someone’s fucking dream
And I see you
In her face
In every face
Is that your scheme?
I’m watching you
I’m watching me
I’m watching us…
I’m so sick of parties
I’m so sick of being drunk
I hold my breath
Lips brush against my ear
But I don’t feel them
Or know them
I just know you
I know you
And you’re not here
Yeah, it might be the Smirnoff or all the Natty light
Yes it is weak
But there’s nothing left to lose
So call me right now and I’ll cave
I’ll answer you and blame the booze
Time is passing but we’re still drinking
Life is passing us by
We’re drinking last week’s alcohol
House parties are proof the world runs to chaos
I go outside and that’s when I see you
And you say
Don’t talk
I’m sorry
I’m scared of this
Well, I’m scared too
This is how it feels to fall in love
This is how it feels to fall
The weakness, the sadness
The sirens, the madness
The pounding in your chest
Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance
I’m watching you
I’m watching me
I’m watching us fall