IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY MICROPHONE EVERYWHERE
UNDER THE COUCH AND IN THE SHOPPING CART
IN MY BACKPACK AND IN YOUR BACKPACK
BEHIND THE PIANO AND UNDER THE COUCH 
AND ON THE BALCONY UNDER THE CHAIR
AND IN THE FRIDGE AND IN OUR BAGS
AND IN THE KITCHEN AND IN YOUR MOTHERS ROOM
AND NOW I FOUND IT AND I WROTE THIS STUPID ALBUM

i woke you up
i woke you up, im sorry
this is not a real album it's just a joke
im sorry that i cry so much, im just a joke

and now im here eating sandwiches on the balcony
while youre making out with him instead of me
and its freezing like [bad word] its cold [bad word] here and see for yourself
you still cant cause youll warm up the place

and i wont write an album about us drowning
cause i drowned without you while you were partying
and i dont blame you though it sounds like i do
i just dont really know how to live without you

whats the point of me being here?