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