Westridge - John Philip Lyrics

I'll be at your bedside next to your head
You'll be up till sunrise thinking of death
Colour me impressed, you've had just a few,
But i've got more to say to you

Draw the curtains, lock your door,
Your a mess
Pity seems to be your closest of friends
Numb you claim to feel, uninspired you said
Circling the drain again, good luck my friend

Call it what you like, but your a loser i guess
Pour another glass, you're making a mess
Losing everything, losing everyone
Let yourself down again
Let yourself down again

You claim trying to change again
I think i've heard that before
You say you'll make alright
Instead you've been sleeping on the floor