Streets, The – Such a Tw*T

Yeah safe man, you ok?

Just calling to ensure you got back in

Hope you coped yesterday, cos I felt well damn grim

But yeah in the air on the plane my stomach was turning

Man I was hanging

head-to-sted on the headrest in pain

Prayed away all my bad sins

Lost count of the plain chardonnays before the fourth or maybe the fifth

In future I need to abstain

If only id had a bit of discipline

But worth every bit of spare change

Pure clowning down to the last drink

(Hang on let me slam the door mate; just pause that thought for a bit)

Why did I have to go and do a stupid thing like that

Coz yeah it felt like we were through though

But I could’ve ruined it, I

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