Pull up at the bottle'o The lady, she wants to know Why I got my crinkled passport, instead of my licence Say, "I lost my wallet, life's a bit of a crisis, lately Yeah, I'm a little bit sunburnt A little bit sad My cheeks are red and I think I've been had By that old sun tricking me outside It probably meant for the best But I'm a reflective surface of light ♪ Jog up the shops for a money dash ATM doesn't do cardless cash Catch my reflection in the black of the screen I'm a disappointing fuck and I don't like what I see anymore Yeah, I'm a little bit sunburnt A little bit sad My cheeks are red and I think I've been had By that old sun tricking me outside It probably meant for the best But I'm a reflective surface of light ♪ Guess I'll just stay in tonight Take my careless losses as a sign If I get high enough, I can pretend that you're here Or that my wallet might just reappear It's all wishful thinking ♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da