Hey You
Each night I crawl back out of bed, still trying to forget her or that we had ever met
But in trying to give it up all I seem to do is just give in
Every time and time again
I reach for the bottle in the cupboard cos it’s not like it’s locked away
No one knows what I’m up to

Hey you I don’t like your attitude
Stand tall when the big man is talking to you
I told you before, yes, I told you already
Come on

Reaching for it again, well it started way back when
You laugh at suicide well I’m too tired to pretend
Tired of thinking it’s alright
Well, it’s really not alright
I used to be the victim but I kicked it in
I was stick thin from drinking too much London gin
Wallowing in self pity was my heroin
Well feed me the needle and I’ll stick it in
You’ve got to get a little taste of what you hate just to make you know what you like
Make hay while the sun still shines in this life
Hey you I don’t like your attitude
Stand tall when the big man is talking to you
I told you before, yes, I told you already
Come on [x3]

Why can’t I live life by the rules?
Cause it’s much less fun
But at least I’d get a few things done
Does it have to be so hard to concentrate even for a short while?
I see why
What makes you sad well it makes me smile

I don’t live my life from a negative vibe
I’m a pessimistic misfit by design
But I decline to bitch and to whine
It’s an itch I don’t scratch bet you can’t picture that cause you stand for nothing and you fall for everything well there must be something better in this life than the hole that you’re buried in in the end