The Real Damage

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 hung-over and down
It was about then that I realized I was half-way 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 half-way through
The first day of the week.