I want to talk a lot and ask about your day
I want to talk a lot more words than I can say
I find a hole on floor that blocked all my way
And it makes me stop, not even wanting to stay

And it’s always there for you
And it’s always there for you

I hear a voice in the distance screaming a complain
I hear that boring voice that insists on make me awake
I break the window glasses flipping me away
Across the window glasses, happier I can’t stay

And it’s always there for you
And it’s always there for you

I know this, across this, fighting for this mess
Some dirty drink a broken (or cold) sink, alright I guess

And it’s always there for you
And it’s always there for you