Lyrics:

There was a thought process that I can’t quite recall
When I was drunk beyond repair and barely standing strong at all I’d grown accustomed to the kerbside by your house
But that’s no excuse for the concrete feeling that I’m feeling now

I’ve got a catalogue of things I’ve felt at 2am
But now I’m looking for the sense in all the things I wish I’d said

I used to know this old town like the back of my hand
But now I can’t see past my nose
So I’m following a road that’s led me to
Your white like paper door and that car bought by your dad It’s a sign that I never saw
You’re out of line and I know for sure That you’re still here on my back

And there’s not a damn thing I can do about that

I left a message but you can’t have found it still
Because I haven’t heard a thing and I don’t think I ever will
And on the journey home it came from out the blue
There was a thought process but it’s not like I’d ever thought it through

I used to know this old town like the back of my hand
But now I can’t see past my nose
So I’m following a road that’s led me to
Your white like paper door and that car bought by your dad It’s a sign that I never saw
You’re out of line and I know for sure That you’re still here on my back

Now there’s not a damn thing that I’ll do about that