Let's get high under the sun.
You won't stay? You're no fun.
Do I always get it wrong?
Well you can cry if you want.

We're losing our best friends
Like the pension on your paycheque.
You're working weekends
While I'm keeping at a distance.
Still trying to make sense
Of myself and my head.

Take the cut through the estate;
It's a quicker way to get you home.
Douse the smoke out of your clothes,
Tie your hair up - they'll never know.

I took a Q to the wedding but the cops came
So I had to jet out.
Took your car off the road for a smoke,
I was drunk so I got too stoned.
We were doing lines off your sink at your birthday
But you were on your phone.

You're always staring at your phone.