Brick from Public Panic by Steph Copeland

Couldn't get out of the taxi/ Couldn't get Into the bar
Laying you down in the backseat/ Another saturday night in the car
Falling your way through the front door/ Losing your keys on the lawn
In the same clothes from the day before/ Can't remember if you had fun
Now you're waking up alone/ And the pictures on the phone
Are the only way you know/ How you might have gotten home
And you're feeling kind of sick/ There must be some kind of trick
Hearts as heavy as a brick/ And the fix is never quick
Haven't seen you around for a while now/ Seems like you just disappeared
Staying at home with the blinds down/ Confirming every fear
I saw them breaking your door down/ You wouldn't let them in
Number disconnected, your lights out/ They tried your next of kin
Now you left me all alone/ Won't take any of my calls
Well I guess I should have known/ I can't get through to you at all
If I could do it all again/You know I'l be there 'til the end
When you're pushing me away /Oh I'm just gonna stay

• Alternative
• Composer
• Electronic
• Film Score
• Pop
• Soundtrack
• aternative
• ballad
• club
• dance
• electronic
• female vocals
• pop
• synth pop
• techno
• upbeat
• Toronto