You get headaches
When you smoke before bed
When the weather changes its course
Or when you skip your morning coffee
But you liked the way it felt
Before you purged out all your insides
But I couldn't wait to see you
So now I'm sleeping on your floor
I'm sleeping on your floor
I'm sleeping on your floor
But that's a standard of living
That could take some getting used to
But you could get away with anything
And you like it like that
You like it like that
Left some wine out on your table
So we could get drunk in the morning
Like we did when we were 18
Before we knew any better
But that nostalgia makes me sick
Like when you talk about the nineties
As if you really remember
Watching it all in living color
In high definition
It all was crystal clear
But that's a standard of living
That could take some getting used to
But you could get away with anything
And you like it like that
You like it like that
You like it like that
You like it like that
You said it wasn't love
But just a close approximation
Of the way it made you feel
When the snow began receding
And you finally went outside
And your face regained its color
You were flush in the cheeks
Like on the day that I first met you
And I know I'm full of shit
But will you listen to my sales pitch?
It's short and to the point
I won't keep you very long