White Flag

Leave work on a Monday Head's fucked by the Sunday Don't you see The circles which we go Round in to your friend's place You put on your favourite mix-tape And you cry For the faces you have known But should I F*ck knows I'm just waiting on the final whistle Waiting on the white flag 'Cause I don't really have much issue With living without that Which I could die within And absolve my sins But you carry on Cherish what your Mum says Kiss goodbye to your Dad's ways of holding you down 'Cause you're living out his reach Back home on a Friday Smoking up's looking likely We repeat All the lessons which we learn But should I F*ck knows I'm just waiting on the final whistle Waiting on the white flag 'Cause I don't really have much issue With living without that Which I could die within And absolve my sins But you carry on 'Cause sometimes lately All I want to show Is just how crazy I got with growing old I don't want that I don't need that 'Cause sometimes lately All I want to show Is just how crazy I got with growing old I don't want that I don't need that But you carry on