The Myth / I Don't

(Part 1: The Myth)

Wait!, Yes

Got another new ting

How close am I to done?

When you'd do anything to stop the hum

Get obliterated on the juice and hang on

Through the hangover and get after it again

Pints in sight in the bright light at 10AM

And it's red wine and port in the later hours

There's time for shorts of green spot and powers

And we'll have our fair share of Very Rare

And break the bank with last orders

That's the wage on the whiskeys

And the morning on the water

Walking around like a pissed madman by myself

Wasting a low wage wealth and my health

Red eyes and red credit

Searching for ways to get out of this state on Reddit

I have value, my mates and my Ma said it

But that Tuesday Morning counselling does break the bank

And ya know who said boring ounce selling won't make it back?

But **** that Jack! I won’t bring the problems to further the lack, just to make a stack

I'm lucky to be past that, I'll stay with mine where the fees are flat

I'll take debt over death

And stress to keep breath

'Cause I see no other option yet

The weight of the hangover

Hungover this year

And ya drink to stop the trembling fear

I'll take debt over death

And stress to keep breath

'Cause I see no other option yet

The weight of the hangover

Hungover this year

And ya drink to stop the trembling fear

Everything has lost its colour

I only feel good when I'm drunk

Sunday morning hungover to bits, crying on the couch to When We Were Young

And I can't seem to take this tragedy or see where it starts and ends

Now flaking out on friends to get drunk in bed instead

It never ends

It's too wrecked in this head

The old men I hang around tell me the same stories

Week in week out

About how today's boxers don't know the struggle of yester's louts

Or they're all mouth

And they're not trying to get me down 'cause I can move about no doubt

But in their day it was 10 smokes and 10 stouts after every bout

Or was it every round?

And I'm like "yeah, Sounds like a decent shout"

But I feel like I'm on the same route

But this world is a different town

But I'll stay devout to my weekly glory scouts

'Cause 20 years from now I'll be just like them, no doubt

And I'll still get 10 messages a day

From people I never met about my best friend's death

So ya relive that memory again and again

And you can’t be with those you love

'Cause you forgot how to trust

And your whole life is drunk or ****ed up

And every time your phone bings, ya panic

'Cause you're terrified of what's on the other end

It's happened again

So you stop answering the phone

And you don't look at texts

And you only check

When its plans for pints on deck

And then you get wrecked and look at the only messages ya have left from your best friend sent before his death

Wait!, Yes

Got another new ting and it's called spesh

Wait!, Yes

Wait!, Yes

Wait!, Yes

Got another new ting and it's called spesh

Wait!, Yes

Wait!, Yes

Wait!, Yes

(Part 2: I Don't)

What's up (?) fresher. (?) Get that drinks in boys, yeah

I don't want to be loved

I don't want to be understood

No hagiography after I'm done

I don't want to feel safe

And I don't want to feel free

All I feel is nothing

And right now that's all I can be

I don't want to be loved

I don't want to be understood

I don't want to be around when the vibes are good

I don't want to feel safe

And I don't want to feel free

'Cause all I feel is nothing

And right now that's all I can be

I don't know may - why should I do this? Lord, who I should ... share this with.

Nobody, nobody