Pocari Sweat Lyrics by Deaf Havana
I was on a bridge in Singapore, thinking of jumping
But then I looked up at the skyline, and it reminded me of London
Used to be my home, now it’s a place I can’t afford…
…to live in anymore and it’s all my fault
You can’t really be homesick when your whole life is a mess
Getting sick of my drinking? Well I couldn’t care less
I fell asleep on a plane and I dreamt that we fell to our deaths
Then I woke up alive and upset
Lost count of the airports because I drink to forget
Try to throw up for good luck but I’ve got nothing left
Jumped out of the car for a bottle of Pocari Sweat
Good god this is as low as it gets…
…and how the hell do I come back from this?