I’ve been on one hell of a ******
6,7 maybe 8 years I’m not sure
Feels like my brains been mashed in a blender
Sat in a pub with a whiff of public urination and desolation
Apart from a man who’s got the jukebox all to himself
Every tune he plays is a scream for help
Cuts, bruises and black eyes
Mojito his drink of a choice was a big surprise
I had him down as a Stella man myself

Ctrl, alt, delete
Don’t you wish reality had shortcuts and sure-fire cheats?
The ones that get you free express delivery,
Or crack the level on a game you’re too lazy to attempt?
My eyes are heavy and yours are full of contempt
You don’t even try to hide the fact you don’t like me very much
Your charisma like razor blades to the touch
But you don’t scare me, pal

Scampi Fries, white noise and flashing lights,
Sick on the floors and somehow most of the walls
You empty the fruity for the 5th time tonight
That’ll pay for a few more songs
Is that impressive or have I been here for too long?
Floating down the endless river of despair
Running alongside disillusion highway
I need to get myself out of here,
Forcibly or preferably by my own volition
I’m in a critical but stable condition
I didn’t realise I’ve gone and ripped my ****** pants again

I promise that I’m perfectly fine
Ignore all the warning signs, it’s just fake news
A daily mash up or a government rouse
To muddy my good name, my great name
No explanation needed
In this strange society and my mind’s eye
I promise that I’m perfectly fine, alright?!