Another slap to my face means it's Tuesday again I'll sleep upon the couch and wait for you to bend Lie awake and wait for an answer Your old man is faking his cancer But when we're in the dark, I still feel you move I've got a twenty in my pocket Let's go to Trader Joe's And spend it all on Stella Artois Slavoj Žižek is my idol Don't you know that I I can be mean, too? Where is the girl who was my friend? Compassion's not just a film you rent Out on the town and people are staring Maybe we are really just past caring But when I picture a future I still see you But those forbidden mornings When you would be my wife And just the sound of your laughter Would set my world alight Oh I've tried, oh I've tried To get you smiling again