Ceiling,
I want to pack up my bags and leave.
I need a pep talk to get me out of bed,
And a pack of pills to heal this head.
I look around and the place is a tip,
No I haven’t seen your phone
When’s the last time you saw it?
With such good intentions
How did it all go to shit?

I’m so sick of the fights and
The ‘what happened last night’s.

Ceiling,
I want to pack up my bags and leave.
I need a pep talk to get me out of bed,
And a pack of pills to heal this head.
I can smell spirits and the l and b,
Stale on your breath,
But keep breathing and
Breathe life back into this mess.

I’m so sick of the fights and
The ‘what happened last night’s.

One, two’s a laugh.
Three’s unforgivable and
Four’s just a piss-take, man.