Sanoja: David Ford. Nobody.

I was propping up the bar in the same old place
The smell of cigarette stained walls
I swear people come in here just to cry in to their beer
They're all drinking to forget, all except for me

So fill her up to the top, I got nowhere else to be
Today when I woke up, the whole world was there for me
Hard time comes around, they can't get me down
'Cause I'm way past caring

Nobody tells me what to do
Girl, I've cried my last for you
There's not a soul I answer to
No one's put out when I mis-behave
Or if I don't come home for days
I got nothing to explain
So will you give me the same again?

To the top,
There's no easy way to say
I'm not ok
I'm drained away a little further every day

last time comes around
I just can't make it out
'Cause I'm way past caring

Nobody tells me what to do
Girl, I've cried my last for you
There's not a soul I answer to
No one's put out when I mis-behave
Or if I don't come home for days
I got nothing to explain
So will you give me the same again?