Post Bestival Festival Blues Songtext

von Beans On Toast

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The summer's almost over, the clouds are drawing in.
It's raining in my bedroom again.
I woke up with the shivers, now I'm not sure what to do.
This ain't your usual comedown.
Baby, it's the blues.
The campervan has broken down.
The gear shift's fucked and the clutch has burnt out.
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all.
I got the post bestival festival blues.
I think I've got a nose bleed.
I keep thinking I'm gonna die.
I really wanna leave my bedroom but I'm scared to even try.
The summer was a big one, it left me in a mess.
I was dabbling with everything and drinking to excess.
They tell me what comes up, comes down.
Do you really think that that is gonna help me now?
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all.
I got the post bestival festival blues.
I sit alone and wonder when my baby's coming back.
She's been working hard this morning though since seven o'clock.
So I doubt that she'll have too much sympathy for me.
But she might give me a cuddle, she might make a cup of tea.
She might tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
Just write your stupid song and let the drugs wear off.
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all.
I got the post bestival festival blues.