The Real Damage

The Real Damage - Frank Turner

I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house,

surrounded by sleeping folks I didn't know.

On failing to find my friends,

I decided 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.

I started out so happy now I'm hungover and down.

It was about then that I realized

I was half-way through the best years of my life.

I scanned the local landmarks,

trying to find out where I was,

and maybe even find a bus back home,

Longing for a shower,

and for clean sheets,

and a charger for my phone.

Suddenly it hit me - 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 a sinking sense of shame.

I started the night with all my friends

and I ended up alone.

I started out so happy now I'm hungover and down.

It was about then that I realized

I was half-way through the best years of my life.

I had to ask myself:

Is is 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

the real damage started to sink in.

It'd been quite a heavy weekend

and I could just about remember where I'd been.

Well I started the night with all my friends

and I ended up alone,

I started out so happy now I'm hungover and down.

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.