I'll tell you the words if you sing along

 One night of bad advice,

Was one night enough?

Caught dancing to another song,

One you didn’t know.

But I tried to hum.

Lost in the crowd and the night 

The first burn of the rest of your life

 Who gives,

And who is it that chooses,

Why when we fight

Is it me that ends up with the bruises.

Doesn't seem fair,

To think you claiming love,

Will clear the air.

Its not like you're something spectacular.

Second hand,

Brand new, same old you.

Same song and it sounds worse

When you return.

Why didn't I learn from the first burn?

Sundays and Mondays.

 I've got the frozen pizza blues,

The weekend before payday.

The money doesn't stretch the same way,

Can't afford to go out,

Can't afford to put the heating on.

Extra pair of socks and no shoulder to cry on

Maybe repost? Dark night, late night talking shite

 The game seems

very one sided.

The odds against you,

Born to fail.

Too much time to kill.

Too easy to give away

The pieces of my broken heart.

As if, the more broken

The less the worth it's worth. 

One night stands that never heal the hurt.

It takes work,

It takes time.

To heal this heart of mine. 

Don't be scared to tell me what's on your mind.

I'll hug you so tight

Try to put the broken bits together.

Try to pull it together.

But don't be angry

Just take your time.

It's okay to relapse sometimes.

And  another late night,

Kept awake by a busy mind.

Another reason to hide.

For the world seems so much darker tonight.

Excuse me, sorry, I'm just talking shite.

A little hurt

 What have I become,

My last honest friend, 

Everyone left and it's not the end. 

My mouth too quick and sharp

Too be sure,

Drank til I was confident 

And no longer cared. 

The memories cut a hole, 

A line temporarily repairs,

Then the morning comes 

And that hurt is worse. 

What have I become, 

My last honest friend. 

Trying to heal 

But the drugs never win. 

One more, a encore.

A little one to numb, 

Til I wake up and 

Can't out run what I've become. 

What way you getting on

 Two ciders to take the edge of reality.

The senses tested by the internets endless profanity,

100 and 1 ways to embarrass your family,

Confess and attention seek,

Instagram the new big brother but no one wins.

Half price sin,

But one get one free.

Jealous so go on give me 3!

No longer the search for the reason to be.

So another cider just to help me sleep.