you said you quit last week but you’re back on it again outside the off-license with your philosopher friends someone’s got a speaker playing something too loud and you’re arguing semantics with a girl from out of town you flick your fringe and say “it’s all a bit grim” then laugh like you invented nihilism there’s a bloke in a tracksuit rolling something suspect and you’re asking me if i’ve got any left you lean in like it’s classified and whisper, “got a light?” wanna get high? since we’re going nowhere tonight same old jokes, same alibis just dressed up in different lines wanna get high? watch the evening blur the signs you can call it a waste of time i just call it getting by now you’re sat on the curb like a fallen debutante telling me your ex was “a bit of a non-starter, honestly” there’s a queue for the taxi that we won’t even take ‘cause you’d rather freeze to death than admit it’s getting late you pass it round like it’s communion wine and suddenly you’re feeling “quite divine” then you cough like it’s part of the act and say “don’t put that bit in the track” you say it’s just a social vice but you’re checking it twice wanna get high? since we’re going nowhere tonight same old jokes, same alibis just dressed up in different lines wanna get high? watch the pavement crystallize you can call it a waste of time i just call it staying alive wanna get high? ‘cause it’s easier than asking why every plan just passes by while we’re waiting for a better time wanna get high? same routine in sharper light if this is what you call a life well, it’s keeping us occupied
