My mind was in Boise, Idaho
When the blood dripped down to the floor
And I wonder briefly if i bled out
Would I ever really be sure
Slumped over a sink in Deptford
Pinching hard at the bridge of my nose
And I wonder briefly if I'll bleed out
All alone in my final throes
Clinging to my phone and who the f*ck would I call
Feeling bad for making a scene
I'm sorry doctor, I know you've been swamped
But the boredom is here in my bloodstream
And there's no going back to idaho
Or a sticky venue floor
Optimism's nice, but even so
The memory is real and raw
Take what you're given, be thankful you're here
Put your hands together and smile
There got to be enough to last for a year
You won't be seeing me for a while
Clinging to my phone and who the f*ck would I call
Feeling bad for making a scene
I'm sorry doctor, I know you've been swamped
But the boredom is here in my bloodstream
The tyres in the fire, they make my eyes burn
Poisoning the air I breathe
I'm sorry doctor, I know you've been swamped
But the smoke is right here in my bloodstream
Twenty four hours to laugh and to cry
Dead behind the eyes, I coax myself alive
If I knew my last drink was a pint with you
At this desperate hour I might just have pulled through
Clinging to my phone and who the f*ck would I call
Feeling bad for making a scene
I'm sorry doctor, I know you've been swamped
But the boredom is here in my bloodstream
The tyres in the fire, they make my eyes burn
Poisoning the air I breathe
I'm sorry doctor, I know you've been swamped
But the smoke is right here in my bloodstream
The smoke is right here in my bloodstream
It's right here in my bloodstream