The Real Damage

[Produced By Ben Lloyd & Frank Turner] 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 hungover and down It was about then that I realized I was halfway 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 halfway through The first day of the week