I'm packing my bags and moving back home
Never having told you
That maybe I cared more than I let on.

I'm back to my old game.
Crawling into bed with new friends
Who ask me why I leave so early in the morning.

I don't know if I can live this life
Without a drink in my hand.
Two weeks dry, two weeks too long.

I can barely keep hold my head up
And my clothes are hanging off my frame
And I have a new friend who wants me to share
The drudges of my world.

And all I want is to tell you I'm sorry I never told you
Because I knew that despite everything,
You could never feel the same.