Holiday - Drinker

I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna think about it

I’m on holiday

I don’t wanna call, don’t wanna hear about it

I’m on holiday

I’ll think about it on another day

Another day

Lose your grip

Was it so well timed?

Feel it slip

And you start to unwind

I don’t wanna work, don’t wanna start a project

I’m on holiday

And now I turn away, in the moment that it starts to

Come to me

As if I haven’t got a word to say

I’ll think about it on another day

Lose your grip

Was it so well timed?

Feel it slip

And you start to unwind

I could be a vagrant

Or I could be a freak

I could be the one you trip on

When you’re walking down the street

I could be the candy

Sticking to your teeth

I could be the undertow

Dragging you down from beneath

But I don’t wanna talk

I’m just hoping that it starts to come to me