Civic

Well, I woke up, you were gone.
If you could measure our relationship to TV it was 2 episodes long.
Like some kind of sitcom. I can hear the laugh track.
‘Cause you said you loved me and I believed it, guess that makes me the ass. Well, Ha Ha.

Then you woke up, you thought "what’s her name?"
and is that the same girl or has her character changed?
And I said, "is it the lighting? Cause I’ve never seen you before".
But then again they all look the same as they run out the door.

Now cut to a flash back scene with the unknown face.
With the conversation boring and alcohol pouring let’s get out of this place.
So you wink and I smile.
Try not to fall down the stairs,
wait can we edit that out and add a casual flip of my hair.

And oh, who knows. How the middle of this story goes. ‘Cause I’m feeling pretty good and we’re having a laugh and I’m looking pretty hot through the bottom of your pint glass.

With no interruptions.
No commercial breaks.
Things are blurring by and "baby it’s getting late".
Or is it getting early. "Where the F**K are my pants?".
I better hurry this up cause act threes his song and dance.

And oh, who knows. How the middle of this story goes. ‘Cause I’m feeling pretty good and we’re having a laugh and I’m looking pretty hot through the bottom of your shot glass.

And all I know, is that I woke up.