I need them for headaches, I need them for skin. And we need it for a night out and sometimes for a night in. And the room stinks of poppers, the bog's full of bile. At least I'm not shitting blood again. I always say it's the worst in a while. I hear we had a good time. I hear I was a riot. I would've like me a lot last night, I could've put me to shame last night. I feel out with my lover, I fell out with my friends.
I'm still trying to decide where the weekend ends. No solids on Sunday, we can eat in the week. You said I was fucked - you've got some fucking cheek You said you had a good time. You said I was a riot. I really loved you a lot last night. I could've hugged you to death last night.
