Letras
Wake up every morning with a head like a tonne of bricks hit it
Takes me a couple hours just to get myself with it
Go straight to the kitchen and find me whatever I can
It only results in the loneliness of a man
Won't be home tomorrow cos the whiskey in the bottles running out
Wish I could go back to when I knew nothing about
The fact you don't want me and how that ain't gonna change now
The afternoon brings a new sense of hope to me
That is until it gets to about quarter past three
Then I get to thinking about the way it used to be
Oh and that's when I reach for the only true friend to me
Won't be home tomorrow cos the whiskey in the bottles running out
Wish I could go back to when I knew nothing about
The fact you don't want me and how that ain't gonna change now
The evening draws in faster than I'd hoped
Feels just the same as it's felt each day before
I ask myself do I want to make things change
Then I reach for the bottle and I know tomorrows the same
Won't be home tomorrow cos the whiskey in the bottles running out
Wish I could go back to when I knew nothing about
The fact you don't want me and how that ain't gonna change now
Won't be home tomorrow cos the whiskey in the bottles running out
Wish I could go back to when I knew nothing about
The fact you don't want me and how that ain't gonna change now