Laying low on a Friday night
Sipping on a box of wine
Remote controls like microphones
We "On Demand" some karaoke
On the floor, the kittens fight
Cheeks are warm, we're feeling bright
We talk about our future plans
The house, the kids, the aliens
What's this I never sing, about our relationship
That's just 'cause everything, seems to be perfect
Sub-human Saturdays, marathon mysteries
Stuff our guts with pizza days, while we crack the case of Jon-Benet
I retire to my instruments, when you tune into your "Beverly Hills"
I might write a k**er riff, while David's friend shoots himself again
What's this I never sing, about our relationship
That's just 'cause everything, seems to be perfect
Truth is, I'm not ashamed, so please don't get me wrong
You've got to understand, that no songs is good songs
Sunday morning apartment cleanse, first things first let me pest for s**
I'll even buy the Diet Cokes, if you run in so I don't have to
Hope I haven't said too much, felt the need to express the love
I have for you and our day to day, wouldn't want it any other way
What's this I never sing, about our relationship
That's just 'cause everything, seems to be perfect
Truth is, I'm not ashamed, so please don't get me wrong
You've got to understand, that no songs is good songs