Down & Out (Where E-Girls Dare)

Okay. So certain details may have been changed to protect identities

But otherwise the events that follow, are 100 percent, completely true

I am glad I found someone as messed up as I am

It lets me get away with things

Arguing with gobshites in loud rooms

Of crowded powder

You met me at a strange time in my life

It was almost always 6AM

But you picked me up, dusted me off

And blew me from your open palm into the stars

Is someone up there pulling strings?

Never forget me, you met me down and out

Cos it’s not just angels that need their wings

They said we were deadbeats, you met me down and out

So it’s just…

Me, you, the man in the moon

Your ‘White Pony’ tattoo and 99 dead balloons

She says: “Go grab the blue bags from the fridge

Let’s go up to the rooftop, and scratch that itch”

She laughs and smiles as she says

“You’re so different round your friends…

Guess this is where the story ends.”

We pull the empty bags down on our heads

Tie the handles up like bunny ears

When each bag catches on the breeze

And it takes us up…

Up above the rooftops and the shuttered shops

We survey the sinking city

Till the exes and the whys are all just bruises on the map

We’re soaring away

Escaping the day

Tearing holes in the cloud

For all the people we let down

Down…

Down…

Down…

Pulling strings

Never forget me, you met me down and out

Cos it’s not just angels

That need their wings

They said we were deadbeats, you met me down and out

And I love this life too much…

Thank god it stings

You met me down and out. No

When I’m way up high, losing touch…

Thank god it stings

You met me down and out