The same couch, a different hangover
Is there a place where girls are pretty and Hendrick´s is cheap
I just want to stand in a corner like a totem
I´m almost 30, baby, can I still be boheme
Rather grotesque than dignified
What kind of directions of life we are lottering here today
Congrats, I´m glad to hear you are alright
Am I down or is everyone else just high
Can I wrap myself I curtains, no but
Can I curtain myself in lies, no but
Can I come to your place, I can sleep on the floor
It would be enough for me, you know, always have my coat under me
Okay, you know I´m kidding
But you used to laugh at these hints of mine
When I was young it was alright to be slow and slowly getting drunk
Let´s see under the gig, I will be wasted already on the stage
I wipe my vinyls with my t-shirt
Coffee spilled on the floor, I didn´t even taste it yet
And I´m ready to go straight edge
If I get one good GT before my every gig
Don´t ask if I´m alright
My type of girls drink their red wine straight out of bottle
Wine stains on your dress
And I try hard like I´m trying to get out of a ghetto
I feel so lazy and so hectic
Trying to find the right words and rights pieces with you
But on the bar
I´m not looking for the next one but someone to buy me a next one
This goes by so fast
Is there time to belong to anyone
I´m trying to give up all the front
And think that what´s in your mind counts more
than what´s in your body
I think these were the last drops
There must be something else than records and girls
I wipe my vinyls with my t-shirts
And my Mikkellers spilled on the floor, I didn´t even taste it yet