La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la
Throwing a fit over burnt toast
Throwing our breakfast and our morning coffee
You like to fight for fun, I think I'm over us
Mascara's running 'fore we see the sun
It's a routine, 6 a.m.
You're in a mood and we're fighting again
It's the same thing over and over and over again
I'm sick of sunny side up eggs (ah)
And mediocre make-up sex (ah)
After the awful things you've said (ah)
In our overpriced apartment, performative and heartless
I'm going back to bed
La, la, la
It's like every time you wake up
You pour bitters in your coffee cup
Different day in the same old clothes
I should spit in your orange juice
I'm so bored, let's not pretend
Bickering over this and that
The toast burns over and over and over again
I'm sick of sunny side up eggs (ah)
And mediocre make-up sex (ah)
After the awful things you've said (ah)
In our overpriced apartment, performative and heartless
I'm going back to bed
Going back to bed
La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la, la