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