The Real Damage - Frank Turner

I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house

Surrounded by sleeping folks that I didn’t know

On failing to find my friends, I decided that it was clearly time to go

So I made my way out of the door as quietly as I could

There was no one there I knew to say goodbye

Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the Sunday morning light

I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone

Oh yes I started out so happy now I’m hungover and down

It was about then that I realized I was halfway through

The best years of my life

So I scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where I was

And maybe even find a bus back home

I was longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone

And suddenly it hit me that I got paid this Friday last

And so I rifled through my pockets for some change

But all I found was a packet of broken cigarettes and sinking sense of shame

I had to ask myself, well

Is it really worth it?

Is any of this worth it?

Well the whole thing’s far from perfect

But I’ve yet to figure out a better way to spend my time

Too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains

And the real damage started to sink in

It’d been quite a heavy weekend, but I could just about remember where I’d been

I stood on a street corner, and I felt a little sick

It was about then that I realized I was halfway through

The first day of the week