Straighten Your Face by SCENE KID

You’ve been staring through your lager Like it’s got something to confess Phone lights up beneath the table You turn it face-down. “Leave it there.” Then you say, “We could call it.” Mate, it’s barely half past ten I’ve heard worse ideas from you Not this sober, not this early Finish that Coat on Wrong sleeve Try again You keep that face from telling stories I’ll keep ordering the drinks Not this door Other one Move Straighten your face, mate We’re here for a good time Not a long time You know the line One more street with the lights still on One more round before they kill the lights Straighten your face, mate We’re not going home You laugh half a second late At the joke from three pubs back I say, “Still counts.” You say, “Does it?” I say, “Course it does. Don’t be daft.” At the taxi rank you tell me That tomorrow’s coming fast I say, “Tomorrow knows your postcode Let it wait outside the flat.” No quiet corner No pavement chat No “What am I meant to do with that?” Phone in pocket Zip it up Green man’s flashing Come on You can worry about the morning When the morning turns up Straighten your face, mate We’re here for a good time Not a long time You know the line One more street with the lights still on One more round before they kill the lights Straighten your face, mate We’re not going home Last bus gone Chippy shut Battery on two Perfect Less chance of you composing Some grand message you’ll regret You go quiet I get louder Absolute bollocks Full blast Take the long way past the offie There’s a light around the bend If it’s closed, we’ll call it rubbish Then go looking for the next You keep drifting half a step back I keep talking twice as fast Anything to stop the silence Getting ideas on the walk back Straighten your face, mate We’re here for a good time Not a long time You know the line Straighten your face, mate We’re not going home Your key’s there in your jacket No, the other one... there you go Straighten your face, mate You’re nearly home