[Part 1: The Myth]
Wait!, Yes
Got another new ting

How close am I to done?
When you'd do anything to stop the hum
Get obliterated on the juice and hang on
Through the hangover and get after it again
Pints in sight in the bright light at 10AM
And it's red wine and port in the later hours
There's time for shorts of green spot and powers
And we'll have our fair share of Very Rare
And break the bank with last orders
That's the wage on the whiskeys
And the morning on the water

Walking around like a pissed madman by myself
Wasting a low wage wealth and my health
Red eyes and red credit
Searching for ways to get out of this state on Reddit
I have value, my mates and my Ma said it
But that Tuesday Morning counselling does break the bank
And ya know who said boring ounce selling won't make it back?
But fuck that Jack! I won’t bring the problems to further the lack, just to make a stack
I'm lucky to be past that, I'll stay with mine where the fees are flat
I'll take debt over death
And stress to keep breath
'Cause I see no other option yet
The weight of the hangover
Hungover this year
And ya drink to stop the trembling fear
I'll take debt over death
And stress to keep breath
'Cause I see no other option yet
The weight of the hangover
Hungover this year
And ya drink to stop the trembling fear

Everything has lost its colour
I only feel good when I'm drunk
Sunday morning hungover to bits, crying on the couch to When We Were Young
And I can't seem to take this tragedy or see where it starts and ends
Now flaking out on friends to get drunk in bed instead
It never ends
It's too wrecked in this head

The old men I hang around tell me the same stories
Week in week out
About how today's boxers don't know the struggle of yester's louts
Or they're all mouth
And they're not trying to get me down 'cause I can move about no doubt
But in their day it was 10 smokes and 10 stouts after every bout
Or was it every round?
And I'm like "yeah, Sounds like a decent shout"
But I feel like I'm on the same route
But this world is a different town
But I'll stay devout to my weekly glory scouts
'Cause 20 years from now I'll be just like them, no doubt
And I'll still get 10 messages a day
From people I never met about my best friend's death
So ya relive that memory again and again
And you can’t be with those you love
'Cause you forgot how to trust
And your whole life is drunk or fucked up
And every time your phone bings, ya panic
'Cause you're terrified of what's on the other end
It's happened again
So you stop answering the phone
And you don't look at texts
And you only check
When its plans for pints on deck
And then you get wrecked and look at the only messages ya have left from your best friend sent before his death
Wait!, Yes
Got another new ting and it's called spesh
Wait!, Yes
Got another new ting and it's called spesh
Wait!, Yes
Wait!, Yes
Wait!, Yes

[Part 2: I Don't]
"What's up, baby? Another bottle of Powers in the pocket. Fresh off it about to turn this place asunder! Get the drinks in boys, yeo!"

[Verse]
I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be understood
No hagiography after I'm done
I don't want to feel safe
And I don't want to feel free
All I feel is nothing
And right now that's all I can be
I don't want to be loved
I don't want to be understood
I don't want to be around when the vibes are good
I don't want to feel safe
And I don't want to feel free
'Cause all I feel is nothing
And right now that's all I can be
I don't know may - why should I do this? Lord, who I should ... share this with. Nobody, nobody