Questions Home Brew

[Chorus: Tom Scott]
Questions with no answer that I ask myself
Pour another glass and dose a bit of pain
Park up in a park and spark another one and pass it 'round
Questions with no answer (Yeah) that I ask myself (Shit)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tom Scott]
How many nights on the waist? How many minds to waste?
How many lines on the plate? How many nights away?
How many lines it take to rhyme what I'm trying to say?
How come you're on my mind every time this time of day?
How many years can two people stay together without hating each other by the end?
You say 10, I say 12
Maybe you're right
I know nothing is forever but still my ego wants to pretend it don't remember
But I know I can't forget this shit, I can't regret this shit
I gotta accept this shit, I'm the one that stepped in it
And I ain't got the answers, but I just had to question it
You know I'm always extra with all of that existential shit
But what's the point though, how many thoughts to think?
Could overanalyse it all or I could pour a drink
But what's that gonna fix, just back to my same old tricks
How many times you gonna call to ask to pay the tix?
How many more to drink up 'til I'm finally drunk up?
How long 'til the comedown's so bad I never come up?
How many more of these more mornings can I wake up all fucked up?
Hunched over the bowl chucking chunks of breadcrumbs up from yesterday's brunch
Hugging my son like a teddy bear
How many beers we really getting when I said, let's get a beer?
How many years I said I could kick the gear every year?
Fuck I'm supposed to do about it though, this shit is everywhere