Stepped over clothes, evidence of a late night fast food binge,
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I threw on the same blue jeans just to do it all again,
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For now these are the days I push through the crowds,
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To make my way,
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I'd feel a little better if I could steal a minute,
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Push me right back or somewhere towards the middle,
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I know I've been a little left of center,
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These self-righteous thoughts burn inside my head again,
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Are you there because the irony is thick,
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The things that make me happy are the things, the things that make me sick,
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Burried my phone, I don't think I'm going to show my face,
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I called into work today, I'm a hopeless waste of space,
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For now, these are the days I pray for the clouds,
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And pull the shades,
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I'd feel a little better if I could steal a minute,
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Push me right back or somewhere towards the middle,
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I know I've been a little left of center,
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These self-righteous thoughts burn inside my head again,
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Are you there because the irony is thick,
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The things that make me happy are the things that make me sick,
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And I've been worried about you,
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Being worried about me,
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Now I'm worried about me,
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Are you there because the irony is thick,
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The things that make me happy are the same things, the things that make me sick,
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I'd feel a little better if I could steal a minute,
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Push me right back or somewhere towards the middle,
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I know I've been a little left of center,
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These self-righteous thoughts burn inside my head again,
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Are you there because the irony is thick,
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The things that make me happy are the things that make me sick
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Irony Is Thick
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Big 10-4 |