Foolish behaviour
I’m addicted to staying here
And I don’t want to go out
But I don’t know what to do
with myself

I tell myself

I don’t want to hide
But my home feels so safe and warm
And the sun is all sunny-like
But to me outside feels like
a storm

So I open up

A bottle of wine
And I think of old times
but I can never walk straight
if I keep looking behind
Hey you

One more will do

memories of the past
are salty reminders
of careless indulgence
of guilt in your conscience
it’s true

I believe it’s true

I know it’s true