Feed the Ducks

Woke up on the wrong side of bed

Another glass of wine, mixing Sudafed whenever you're talking

Now I'm gonna stare on the windowsill

And I'm gonna stare until I get my fill whenever I know you're there

And what's the word today wrapped in cellophane and pretty packaging

And I think God exists because you're a narcissist

and all I want is friends

Another day another lie

I'd rather tell the truth and look you in the eye

That sounds exhausting

But as it goes we're just as bad

We're searching for something I didn't even know I had

You're always there

You're always there

You're always there

You're always there