The Following Day Lyrics

I can't wait for the night

When I lose myself at the bottom of a bottle of wine

And I don't know why i feel the need to glorify

The destruction of my liver

The destruction of my life

And I'm up 'til five in the morning writing

Bad poetry, and wishing for another better life

Where you can stay with me and

Not be pulled away from me far too soon

Oooh

I'm like a dead dog the following day

Make me better than this

Make me better than this

I am a cardboard person

Comprised of false emotion

And photos of my parents taken back in '83

'Cause they were cooler than i'll ever be

What happened in the end?

I have visions of those smoky basement nights

With Bowie playing on vinyl in the background

'Cause we're too cool for CDs

Or whatever new technology we'll have in 2022

Oooh

I'm like a dead dog the following day

Make me better than this

Make me better than this