Half-Cut With A Ticket To Nowhere

Bought a one-way paper ticket from the kiosk near the bar

Stuffed my worries in a rucksack and my pride in a jar

Told the barman, "Keep the change, mate, I'm a runaway king,"

Raised my last ten quid like a victory toast

Like I'm built for brighter things

There's an eviction in my pocket, folded tight like a threat

Unread messages from you I'm not ready for yet

So I'm cracking jokes for strangers in the midnight queue

If I keep 'em all laughing

I don't have to think of you

Tap my card on the turnstile

Like I'm buying brand-new air

Leave my name on the platform

Like it was never really there

'Cause I'm half-cut with a ticket to nowhere

Grinning like I meant to lose control

Got a window seat to nothing in particular

Watching every bad decision gather and roll

Yeah, I'm running from the wreckage I built with my own hands

Calling it adventure 'cause the truth won't spare

I'm half-cut with a ticket to nowhere

And pretending I'm too brave to care

Guard walks down the carriage, gives my chaos a nod

Says, "Long night, mate?"

I raise my can like I'm a saint or a fraud

Told him, "I'm off to chase the sunrise, start fresh, grow wings,"

He just punches my ticket

Like he's heard far stranger things

Got a photo of your doorway on my cracked-up phone

Blue bag on the step where I left you alone

You said, "Sort your head out or I'll sort it for you,"

So I sorted it the cheap way

Ran before I followed through

Now the countryside's a smear of fields

And all the lines I crossed

Every pint I called "a nightcap"

Was another hidden cost

And I'm half-cut with a ticket to nowhere

Laughing like I meant to burn this down

Got a window seat to "I'll deal with it later,"

Leaving smoke trails over some unlucky town

Yeah, I'm running from the wreckage I built with my own hands

Calling it adventure 'cause the truth won't spare

I'm half-cut with a ticket to nowhere

Selling my own fall like a dare

Maybe there was no grand escape plan

No wild road movie in my head

Just another night I couldn't face myself

So I got half-cut instead

All these platforms, planes, and motorways

They don't lead where I pretend to go

'Cause every route I choose at random

Still circles back to the bloke I know

You can change the train, change the town

Change the drink, change your name

But you'll always find your reflection

Staring through the window of the train

So I'm half-cut with a ticket to nowhere

And for once it's finally sounding clear

There's no map, no magic platform number

Just the same old truth I keep dragging here

Yeah, I'm running from the wreckage I built with my own hands

But the carriage lights are stripping me bare

I'm half-cut with a ticket to nowhere

And the only one I'm fleeing from is there

Sat in my seat, breathing my air.