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