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 fucked 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