When I was a younger man
I took more hits than I could ever handle
Two bags stuffed down Becca's pants
And we would just take the piss all night
Couldn't stop, I gave up, they won
Always in me
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm running
Just a right mess now
I hate myself now
Fuck you all year round
I would take my mask off on sober nights
Remembered best
I knew I was better when I was real
But who's got time for him?
I could take my mask off and fortify
Whatever next?
I know I am better when I'm real
But who's got time for him?
