Peckham

Wake up with a headache again
Call you up but you don’t say anything
Go downstairs, I can hardly walk
Holding on to a faint sense of worth
There’s empty bottles all over the floor
From when I felt alone the night before

And I can’t tell you
I don’t want to tell you

I am empty I am a mess
I’m not in control of any of this
I’m falling backwards, I can’t say why
The words always dissolve into lies

And I can’t tell you
No I don’t want to tell you
I can’t tell you
I don’t want to tell you

Wake up with a headache again
Call you up but you don’t say anything