Sober

Quick love drip-feeds my veins I need it again Lying here in a stranger's bed Another start to the weekend Wake up foggy head see my clothes on the floor Another girl forgot her name I stumble to the front door On the street the walk of shame don't feel so strange anymore I'd rather have regrets than be sober Wait wait breath Last night go too crazy don't know what to believe We're taking shots turn down for what Bartender prescribes what we need So we carry on till the break of dawn Cuz we stay young dumb and free I see the devil with a pint glass She fills my cup knowing that I won't last I take a sip knowing that I shouldn't have My fingers start to buzz what did she put in that glass My eyes dilate I see her she sees me so I'm thinking why wait I approach her face to face That's when our hands touch lips lock she whispers don't stop Wake up foggy head see my clothes on the floor Another girl forgot her name I stumble to the front door On the street the walk of shame don't feel so strange anymore I'd rather have regrets than be sober Ripped jeans lost some rings got a bruise on my face Missed calls what's going on my brains all over the place Tryna play it out how it started out think my Peroni got laced I'd rather have regrets than be sober Wait wait think Jägerbombs and rum got me on the brink My mates are sniffing lines I think they've lost their minds I'm asking what's the time but they can't speak In a sunken place, I'm seeing stranger things White girls screaming lyrics that they can't sing With bleached hair, khaki flares and a nose ring Just another Friday night everyone's come out to ping But who's that brunette with the green eyes Short dress nice hips got me thinking your fine Yeah yeah yeah It took once glimpse we embrace grab her hips she kissed my face Wooo Wake up foggy head see my clothes on the floor Another girl forgot her name I stumble to the front door On the street the walk of shame don't feel so strange anymore I'd rather have regrets than be sober Ripped jeans lost some rings got a bruise on my face Missed calls what's going on my brains all over the place Tryna play it out how it started out think my Peroni got laced I'd rather have regrets than be sober Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah