Grey Street - Spilt Milk

Oh when you when you’re still hungover

And the day before you were ten weeks sober

I still held your hair back

When you were being sick

Back when your mam would shout

Put down your drinks get out my house

Barefoot women fill the local parks

And i look back at nights like those

Still in all your edgy clothes

Makes sure i don’t go home alone

Staying up for hours awake

Thinking of mistakes to make

Oh

And i will read those summer nights

Gazing into shattered eyes

My bed is waiting for you back home

Cus i don’t want to feel alone

Oh when you’re chugging vodka

I pour it down the sink cus i want to stop ya

Think of your head

Cmon you’re out of control

Oh when we fly down grey street

I’m running fast cus your boyfriend hates me

He mustn’t be a fan of indie or rock and roll

And i will read those summer nights

Gazing into shattered eyes

My bed is waiting for you back home

Cus i don’t want to feel alone

Last night you called my name

But i don’t hear a word you say

White noise fills my ear most of the time

I just block out all the words

Stops the losers from being heard

No one wants to hear them anyway

And i will read those summer nights

Gazing into shattered eyes

My bed is waiting for you back home

Cus i don’t want to feel alone