The Smith Street Band // Young Drunk
And I’ve finally found a home
In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into
We act like pessimists but we’re in love with it.
And I’m in love with you
And our tiny bed in the upstairs front room of a run-down terrace house
As obviously perfect as that sounds.
Even in the summer when the cardboard window that you tape on every day falls out
And wakes us up…
And tonight I’m getting young drunk
Walking around the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same.