Woke up on the wrong side of bed Another glass of wine, mixing Sudafed whenever you're talking Now I'm gonna stare on the windowsill And I'm gonna stare until I get my fill whenever I know you're there And what's the word today wrapped in cellophane and pretty packaging And I think God exists because you're a narcissist And all I want is friends Another day another lie I'd rather tell the truth and look you in the eye That sounds exhausting But as it goes we're just as bad We're searching for something I didn't even know I had You're always there You're always there You're always there You're always there