what a life

You caught me sitting down and contemplating

My life's good, but still I'm complaining

The leaves turn brown, we come around and leave the city

Sometimes I look in the mirror for the real me

And as we grow my hair falls out and we don't anymore for the crowd

Times changed, a new king so at least someone else bears the crown

Salty cheeks, venomous smile, we were supposed to leave in time

It's half past eight, london takes me away, like a saint

And the kids should be in bed as I step outside for the rest of the night

Neon lights and bar fights the telly tells me everythings alright