I wake up slow sometimes these days but I don't know why
I put my toothbrush inside my face at the end of the night
People call throughout the day and then we go outside
Sometimes we get all f*cked up at night and it feels alright
I found myself a pretty place where I can just lay down
And let the days think for themselves, there ain't much here to worry about
I guess that everything is just fine but sometimes I still miss your face
But it's ok
Yea it's ok