Laying low on a friday night
sipping on a box of wine
remote controls like microphones we

On-Demand some karaoke
on the floor the kittens fight
cheeks are warm we're feeling bright

we talk about our future plans
the house, the kids, the aliens


what's this i never sing about our relationship?
that's just 'cause everything seems to be perfect


subhuman saturdays
marathon mysteries
stuff our guts with Pizza Days

while we crack the case of Jon Benet
i'll retire to my instruments
when you tune into your Beverly Hills

maybe i'll write a killer riff
while David's friend shoots himself again


truth is i'm not ashamed so please dont get me wrong
you've got to understand no songs is good songs


sunday morning apartment cleanse
first things first let me pest for sex
i'll even buy the Diet !@&@es

if you run in so i don't have to

hope i haven't said too much

felt the need to express the love
i have for you and our day to day
wouldnt want it any other way