The Real Damage

I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house
Surrounded by sleeping folks that I didn't know
On failing to find my friends, I decided that it was clearly time to go

So I made my way out of the door as quietly as I could
There was no one there I knew to say goodbye
Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of the Sunday morning light

Cause I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone
Oh yes I started out so happy, now I'm hungover and down
It was about then that I realized I was half-way through the best years of my life

So I scanned the local landmarks, trying to find out where I was
Or maybe even find a bus back home
I was longing for a shower, and for clean sheets, and a charger for my phone

Suddenly it hit me that I got paid this Friday last
So I rifled through my pockets for some change
But all I found was a packet of broken cigarettes and a sinking sense of shame

Cause I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone
Oh yes I started out so happy now I'm hung-over and down
It was about then that I realized I was half-way through the best years of my life

I had to ask myself, well
Is it really worth it? Is any of this worth it?
Well the whole thing's far from perfect
But I've yet to figure out a better way to spend my time

Too many suits and dirty looks made me rack my brains
The real damage started to sink in
It'd been quite a heavy weekend but I could just about remember where I'd been

Cause I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone
Oh yes I started out so happy now I'm hungover and down
I stood on a street corner and I felt a little sick
It was about then that I realized I was halfway through the first day of the week