what a life

You caught me sitting down and contemplating My life's good, but still I'm complaining The leaves turn brown, we come around and leave the city Sometimes I look in the mirror for the real me And as we grow my hair falls out and we don't anymore for the crowd Times changed, a new king so at least someone else bears the crown Salty cheeks, venomous smile, we were supposed to leave in time It's half past eight, london takes me away, like a saint And the kids should be in bed as I step outside for the rest of the night Neon lights and bar fights the telly tells me everythings alright But I've learned not to trust them A glas of wine, it should be fine for me to drink again tonight At your place, in your 4 walls, I help myself to fight this war The man behind the counter asks me what I want to be If I tell him what i'm thinking I don't think that he will see It's a pleasure being off my mind and keep the spirits up alight Cause I'm so good at breaking, I don't wanna see another awaking