Get me a double vodka lemonade
I'll just stand about and look pretty
while you find your mate
Who I'm pretty sure is chatting shit
to some girl outside the take away

I can't fight at the end of the night feeling down
When we're all piled in to taxis and my friend's on
the phone to someone she cares far too much about
Yeah, she's better off without
Coming down is miserable and bittersweet
Someone's sick on the back seat

Life is just a silly game
Sometimes I cry at the thought of getting old
Nothing but rose tinted spectacles
and forgetting your mother's eyes
Yeah it's just down the road, last one on the right
Thanks mate, hope you have a safe night

I'm scared of what I think about
When I'm lying alone in my bed
I feel mad for thinking about dying
So I think about sex instead
But my stomach doesn't feel right
I'll probably be awake all night

My room is spinning and I feel like
I'm lying on my back on a roundabout
The ceiling looks like it's closing in
and and outside somebody shouts
The sounds of people leaving clubs
and falling in and out of love
I miss the way I fell back on you
So dependent and stupid oh so cruel

I'm scared of what I think about
When I'm lying alone in my bed
I feel mad for thinking about dying
So I think about sex instead
But my stomach doesn't feel right
I don't wanna sleep alone tonight

But my stomach doesn't feel right
I don't wanna sleep alone tonight