such a relief to be back home again
i spent the evening feelin' like i'm in a pig pen
you speak to me in your second hand poetry
i grit my teeth at the stories that you're telling me
why'd you go and take the conversation so far?
i was just looking for the last bar in bangsar
throw me out into the sanity bin
i'm rolling my eyes all the time i've been listening
check my pulse 'cause of course i'm passing out
it's last call and you haven't even shut your mouth
i don't want your business card
i was just looking for the last bar in bangsar
why'd you go and take the conversation so far?
i was just looking for the