the real damage

Lyrics

i woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house, surrounded by sleeping folks that i didn't know. on failing to find my friends, i decided that it was clearly time to go. so i made my way out of the door as quietly as i could -, there was no one there i knew to say goodbye -, squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the sunday morning light. i started the night with all my friends and i ended up alone, oh yes i started out so happy now i'm hung-over and down. it was about then that i realized i was half-way through, the best years of my life. so i scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where i was, and maybe even find a bus back home. i was longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone. and suddenly it hit me that i got paid this friday last, and so i rifled through my pockets for some change. but all i found was a packet of broken cigarettes and sinking sense of shame. i had to ask myself, well, is it really worth it?, is any of this worth it?, well the whole thing's far from perfect, but i've yet to figure out a better way to spend my time. too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains, and the real damage started to sink in. it'd been quite a heavy weekend, but i could just about remember where i'd been. i stood on a street corner, and i felt a little sick. it was about then that i realized i was half-way through, the first day of the week.