Endgame by The Clockworks Lyrics

[Verse 1]
"And that's another thing"
I baulk as I’m chalking the cue
"We're post-punk, post-truth, post-Europe, post-youth
Post-modern, post-faith and God, and post-post too"
As music with nothing to say plays on the radio
Snooker myself more in tryin' to pull off something bolder
"If everything’s behind us, where's the point in growing older?"

[Chorus]
I think too much about everything
Am I losing touch of this game I'm in?
I don't know

[Verse 2]
Now he's picking a pocket
Forcing me to cause a scene
All words are ineffective, all memories selective
Yeah, the proof is in the Poitín, as truth crumbles the perspective

[Chorus]
I think too much about everything
Am I losing touch of this game I'm in?
I know I think too much about everything
And I'm losing touch
I'm losing touch
I know I think too much about everything
And I care too much about what I think
Until I regret every time I drink
When it turns me into
It turns me into someone I hate