Sofa Surfing Video (MV)

I've got this weekend comin' and it's on repeat
I've been sofa surfing from suite to settee
From dusk 'til dawn now it's blinding me
Gotta get off my hole and order my taxi

Gotta go to the sink, gotta blow my nose
Think I lost phone but all I need was a smoke
I don't need my wallet, I'm already broke
The end of the drag, the butt of the joke

Another cut on my wrist but another story to tell
Driver asks me why I'm lookin' pretty pale
I tell him I'm good but inside I'm hell
And since I've lost my keys, I guess I'll just ring the bell

Now I'm lying in bed, swaying on a boat
Shelf above my head, where my medicine floats
Up and down the stairs, hands and knees, no rope
This oh familiar slope becomes a character trope

Am I thinking sad or has my smile croaked
It just makes me mad that my memories choked
Driving a heave, trying to boke so I
Stick two fingers down my throat

Trying to leave, I'm trying to hide from my folks
I don't want them to see, I don't want to provoke
Pulling up the sleeves on my clothes that are soaked
Laying in my sweat as the words remain unspoke

Now I'm trapped in work, trace mistakes I made
Who I shoulda been and what I shoulda said
Gotta take some time, reassess my head
But that's easier said so I'll just go on the bend
Go for a drink, no need to think
Tilt my head back and watch the end of it sink

I got this weekend coming and it's on repeat
Got this weekend coming and it's on repeat
Got this weekend coming and it's on repeat
And it's on repeat, and it's on repeat
And it's on repeat, and it's on re-