Streetlights

Same old shoes that cling to my feet With eyes so young but they've got no sleep She's slurring her words as they roll out her mouth And when you're talking like this, I'm not talking it out At the front of the queue there's a fist in my back And the men with the stamps, they're on the attack Their heads up their arse and their sleeves rolled up far Their attention averts to the back of the car Waste away under the streetlight Cars pass as I throw my time You leave that face outside the door Don't make things harder to endure The colours seem to look the same The door's locked as it starts to rain She catches my eye from the back of the car And that justifies my round at the bar The snapchats are stacked inside her lock screen As the streets are alive with adulterous cries Waste away under the streetlight Cars pass as I throw my time You leave that face outside the door Don't make things harder to endure The colours seem to look the same The door's locked as it starts to rain