I'm headed straight for the bathroom,
I've gotta let something flow,
The show had already started,
Twenty minutes ago
So I drink and I think oh God I wish it was free,
And I dance and it's clear she's creeping up on me,
So I reach for my phone,
Oh fuck it isn't there,
I tell the door staff it's been lifted but they don't care
But you can cure this feeling,
Apologies to myself,
It's just become impossible for me to get a half decent prescription from anyone else
It's close to 3am,
My head's starting to spin,
I've just come to realise,
The fucking mess I'm in
I don't regret this evening,
But it's not my style,
Don't know how I put up with this all night,
This is what the inside of my head sounds like
But you can cure this feeling,
Apologies to myself,
It's just become impossible for me to get a half decent prescription from anyone
'Cause you can cure this feeling,
Apologies to myself,
It's just become impossible for me to get a half decent prescription from anyone else
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