we’re kicking at the ice machine for fun
for thwarting all our efforts to get drunk
we should be posing with our happiness for once
like it was something that we'd caught, or finally won

you have it inside your head
this picture of a sweet smelling girl
you should’ve danced with her instead
so many years ago, outside some rich kid’s house

it’s not cool, it’s not fair
i could’ve used streetlights as hurdles
it’s all for that girl back there
her mother calls her inside
forever changing my life (I swear)

i’ll have you know that my waking life’s a mess 
the world I know is a tangled sheet at best
i’ll trade you heaven for an opener that’s clever instead
pull those curtains close now, and wish me the best