music to walk home to

Yeah
So I'm walking home, I'm just walking home, all on my own
There's literally no one else awake except me
And the bloke selling hot dogs outside the station
And what a wild night it's been

Two blokes dressed up as bananas join the party
Saying that they've just taken a huge pay rise
At their dream job, great
So you work 35 hours a week pushing paper for someone
Who doesn't even know you exist, great
So you've got a promotion and sit next to Vicky from accounts
Who you say is somewhat of a potential love interest
Well, either way she's at least a bit of eye candy apparently

"And what about you, what keeps you busy?"
Well, excuse me my slippery skinned friend, I must be going now
And just like that I was off, just me myself and I again
No distractions, alone with my thoughts
And what a wild night it's been
Cocktails and disco biscuits
And the night bus can be a terrifying place
But just a short walk past the hardware store
And across the crossroads and then home
Finally

Take these jeans off, slip out of these shoes
And stare at the ceiling
And let some kind of repetitive salsa music
Drift me off to the land of nod

I sure hope I can sleep tonight
I'm awfully tired
In fact, fuck that, I'm tired as fuck
And avoiding these puddles that seem to have gathered
Since I left mine is a little bit of a drain

(Last night got far too crazy)
(We ate some disco biscuits) I slowly make my way down the road
(You got sideways fucked up) Tarmac and white lines
(I couldn't feel my fingers) Tarmac and white lines

Thank God we got rid of those bananas, eh?
Why? Why?

Why is it that when you're ruined
All your interactions seem to have a mysterious undertone?
Like wait, did I just meet my cousin?
Or maybe a future lover?
Or, "Hey you look just like that guy
That works at my local Londis"

Bartenders, eh, fuck those guys
Like yeah, I get it, I used to work at bar too
But come on, I'm trying to have fun here
And you're being a proper vibe vacuum
A vampire, vacuuming up every last drop of my enthusiasm
Until I am nothing but a sorry little raisin
Bananas and raisins

(Last night got far too crazy) I sure hope I have toast at home
(We ate some disco biscuits) Cheese on toast, salt and pepper
(You got sideways fucked up) Lea and Perrins, wow!
(I couldn't feel my fingers)

Game changer, you have just changed my life
Thank you so much for showing up
And I genuinely appreciate the guidance

Hm, my legs are aching a little now
But either way, not far, not far
Come on Murray, not far at all, keep on going
And each Uber that glides silently past me
Is like a lonely ghost of some pre-existing supercar
That once roared and snarled at the traffic lights
Reduced to nothing but a quivering silent pseudo suitable tin can

Ah, finally I've made it
Where are my keys?
Okay, don't be silly they're in your hand
Why you making this long?
Just go through the door
Okay, waiting for the lift now
And brace yourself, for when the lift's door opens
And then the huge full length mirror
Me in all my drunken glory

(Last night got far too crazy) Kinda wish I got a photo
With those weird banana men now
(We ate some disco biscuits) but it's okay, 4th floor here I come!
(You got sideways fucked up) ah, Flat 65
(I couldn't feel my fingers) It's good to be back

Keys in the door, feeling good, feeling good and home at last
And what a wild night it's been
Especially for a school night
Won't be doing that again in a hurry (last night got far too crazy)
Okay, turning my phone off now (we ate some disco biscuits)
And um, you can keep the music playing (you got sideways fucked up)
By all means (I couldn't feel my fingers)
Just perhaps turn it down a little if that's cool?
Yeah, much better, thank you
Oh, and just quickly about tomorrow
I was thinking about taking Ayra and Harley out for a walk
And then probably just chill, read a book or something
Yeah
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright
Hey, it's been a pleasure
Yeah, thanks
Speak tomorrow
Sweet dreams and yeah
Blah, blah, blah
Alright, goodnight