Lyrics: Let's meet up on Mansfield Road, I know a place where we could go, The cider's cheap, there's garden seats You left your card, they won't ID Cause the bartender she likes me Maybe not there's bouncers there It's Wednesday night, why do they care The corner shop will have to do Their Stella cans are through the roof But to tell you the truth mate The plot it only thins I've had enough of crowded pubs And dark dingy clubs I wish we could go back I wish we could go back I wish we could go back To when it was all new You talk about the good old days As if it's nice being underage You couldn't get girls The older guys Would get there first Push you aside The night would end in one big fight Your mate takes your fucking girl He don't care he's blackout pissed from two VKs You can't have this So you don't talk to him for weeks I guess that's peak for me Maybe you don't feel the same You like the lights, packed streets and fights Maybe I'm to blame I guess we could go back Maybe we could go back And try our luck again No regrets from me Well I guess I might have one But I won't kill the atmosphere bubbling up in beers Cause it won't be long Till another year is bloody gone But let's not talk about that now Those bouncers they are gone Let's go back to the road I said And have our cider cheap And live the bloody dream Live the bloody dream Cause we can't go back We can't go backmore

Lyrics: Curls her hair, puts her make-up on It's interviews tonight, the one-night stands are gone Wine in bed cause the flats a mess Free G&Ts are gone from the guys she would undress Just a pillow to caress She notices from the mirrors gaze That it won't be long till her beauty fades away Should've done this, shouldn't have done that Don't have much to say on her friend catch up chit-chat Cries I wish I could go back Never thought the rain would fall No more nights out just waiting for calls Cause your aliforms got lost in the storm Her wings fell in the storm All the midnight songs are gone And the dancing queen's crowns now made of thorns Used to love her free raves where she'd sleep at dawn Now she's in her Swifty phase Tears soak her poker face Never thought the rain would fall No more nights out just waiting for calls Cause your aliforms got lost in the storm Her wings fell in the storm Angela, please don't forget Your rainforest eyes Your Garden of Eden kiss All the things I miss All the things you miss Never thought the rain would fall No more nights out just waiting for calls Cause your aliforms got lost in the storm Her wings fell in the storm more

A sense of finality is necessity to rid the burden of endless revisions. Attempts to transcend my limitations as a performer were exercises in futility. These are my demos, warts and all. A sense of finality is necessity to rid the burden of endless revisions. Attempts to transcend my limitations as a performer were exercises in futility. These are my demos, warts and all.more