Called out sick two days in a row/
Manager's a **** he don't even know/
Oh when it's all said and done, done, done/
All that matters is that we had some fun/
So just hear me out, take my hand, please/
Forget my wallet, never remember my keys/
None of that today, no we don't need it/

Outside the Sun hides behind comfortable tufts of white/
On the ground sits stacks and piles of fallen vanilla/
Days are wasted when you don't think twice/
But it don't matter when you've got someone to make you feel so right/

On the edge of post modern discomfort/
The sky looks twisted when you feel like ****/
Trying to speak but all that comes are little words/
Blue inside but the outs are burned, turned red/
Beaten down by the gentle pecks of the birds/
All I ask is for a little but of overhead/
Let me just stay here in my bed/