Internal Dialogue

I lived in Carlton for one summer

I think it was on Cardigan Street

With my best friends, we'd party till the morning

Living off the leftovers from Christmas Eve

I can't remember most of that December

I thought losing myself would set me free, but

How low can this car go?

Drive it down as far as Sorrento

People crawling up the ceiling, we got photo evidence

My internal dialogue wasn't really prevalent back then

I remember faces, just not all their names

So many times disgracing myself

Like the time I got the scurvy, drinking Guinness and Wild Turkey

Acting like a pirate, just robbing my health

I don't remember most of that December

I thought losing myself would set me free, but

How low can this car go?

Drive it down as far as Sorrento

Coppers are knocking at my bedroom door

Make sure they're not in bare feet, there's glass on the floor

And people crawling up the ceiling, we got photo evidence

My internal dialogue wasn't really prevalent back then

How low can this car go?

Drive it down as far as Sorrento

Coppers are knocking at my bedroom door

Make sure you're not in bare feet, there's glass on the floor

Surfing to the kitchen fridge for another beverage

Climbing to the city roof, see my lights of Melbourne

Friends are getting thrown in the back of the divvy van

My internal dialogue wasn't really prevalent back then

I lived in Carlton for one summer

I think it was on Cardigan Street