"FIND MY FACE" lyrics

I'm lost, I can't seem to find my face
Can't stop waking up for midnight trains
Ignored ten missed calls from my mistakes
I'm lost, I can't seem to find my—

Life can't feel like shit TV
Born in the era of him vs me
Pouring the kettle on English tea
Hard-knock life on the MP3
Born in the era of losing marbles
Choosing samples, the man are empty screens
If anyone envies me
It's probably just 'cause envy's free
I don't envy an MVP or envy an artist from NYC
Or envy the brand-new town MP
I envy, but I only envy peace
Stop telling me politics
I don't want politics, I want Moretti at half past 3
Fuck my tolerance, I'll ask my bredrin for half his G
These times were made for drinking
A pub full of people forgetting that it's midweek
One lad kissing his mate's old missus
And one lad stood there kissing his teeth
Asking a barman to give me a free one
Somebody told me that talk is cheap
Whole generation trying to escape
On C-O-C-A-I-N-E

I'm lost, I can't seem to find my face
Can't stop waking up for midnight trains
Ignored ten missed calls from my mistakes
I'm lost, I can't seem to find my—

Ripping up menus, absent-minded
Teasing people for drinking ciders
I don't care that you're drinking ciders
I'm just drunk and afraid of silence
England flag on my left hand side
God save Charlie, at least I tried
Fighting about who spilt what pint, but
I'm just here for a decent time
Mark keep ringing my phone on Sundays
Loves football, but he ain't got Sky
Straight to the pub and he gets fucked up
And it's still nil-nil when he's racking up lines
I've heard I've got work in the morning
Way too much to believe your lies
Here till close 'cause none of us know
The purpose of anything else in life

I'm lost, I can't seem to find my face
Can't stop waking up for midnight trains
Ignored ten missed calls from my mistakes
I'm lost, I can't seem to find my—

Love, sex, and drinking
No point in thinking
Generational gaps and bad advice and no role models
And people that constantly think we're sinking
I've had enough of the bullshit
It's fun or it's fucked up
Not looking for answers
Don't tell me the way I should live, it's your generation that fucked it
Not picking up pieces
I'll set it on fire
With a drink in my hand
Let's set it on fire

I'm lost, I can't seem to find my face
Can't stop waking up for midnight trains
Ignored ten missed calls from my mistakes
I'm lost, I can't seem to find my—