Cheers for the Memories

Rolled outta bed like, “Bloody hell, I’m still breathing?”

Been dead inside longer than a Northern winter season.

Soul finally booted up with a Tesco-value spark,

Guess the universe said “Oi—get up, sweetheart, it’s gone dark.”

Life tried to bin me, tried to shove me in the ground,

But I popped back up like a drunk mate you thought you’d lost in town.

Yeah, I was dead in the eyes like a Monday at school,

Now I’m legging it through life like a kid on a stolen scooter—proper cool.

Every heartbeat’s chaos, every breath is a scene,

I’m alive again, babe,

sorry to all the people who preferred me unseen.

So cheers for the madness, the chaos, the stories,

Thanks for the memories—especially the dodgy ones, no worries.

I’m living like I nicked my life

Round the back of an Asda spree,

’Cause I was dead for a long-ass time

Now I’m buzzing like five quid energy.

Raise a pint to the breakdowns, the bollocks, the enemies—

I’m alive again, darling,

Cheers for the memories.

Now I laugh too loud, eat everything, flirt like a muppet,

Make choices so tragic even my mum’s like “oh please stop it.”

Sunrise hits my face like a slap from the tube,

But I still get up like, “Alright life—your move.”

Living life like a fox rummaging bins at half past three,

Causing chaos like it’s legally required of me.

I spent years being a ghost like a dodgy WiFi router,

Now I’m out here causing drama with a pint and a scooter.

Life gave me a second chance and I went “sound,”

Already cocked it up twice—but still sticking around.

So cheers for the nonsense, the carnage, the glory,

Thanks for the memories—every messed-up story.

I’m living like I robbed the universe

And didn’t even flee,

’Cause I was dead for a long-ass time

Now I’ve got main character energy.

Yeah, shoutout to the heartbreaks, the mistakes, the enemies—

I’m alive again, baby,

Cheers for the memories (even the catastrophes).

Kick the door in, seize the moment,

Life’s a bit of a shambles—might as well own it.

If chaos was a pub, I’d have my own seat,

Being alive is weird, mate…

But it’s better than six feet.

So cheers to the chaos, the carnage, the glory,

Thanks for the memories—especially the gory.

I’m living like the world’s my birthday

And no one asked me to leave,

’Cause I was dead for bloody ages

Now I’m wild, unhinged, relieved.

Yeah, I’m loud, I’m a menace, and thriving ironically—

Cheers for the memories, darling—

Especially the ones I survived accidentally.