Turned on my TV as I'm yawning
To watch the local tragedies of the morning
Brushed it off and rushed out the door
Thanked myself I didn't swallow anymore of that
Hypocritical barely analytical excuse of giving us a warning
To stay on the phone
Text me when you're home
It's still a daily mantra they don't put it past you to question it anymore
So stay on the line
You're half cut it's three at night
It's still a daily mantra for girls living in the city at night
Walked down the pavement feeling eyes burn
Flaming scars through her t-shirt
Flashbacks to what they said on the news
The new named face god she looked just like you
But I keep walking what else could we do
Next to be victimised lucky to keep their lives
I'm terrified they say we didn't do things right
And you wonder why we keep it inside
To stay on the phone
Text me when you're home
It's still a daily mantra they don't put it past you to question it anymore
So stay on the line
You're half cut it's three at night
It's still a daily mantra for girls living in the city at night
