Letras
It's more than three in the morning
It's unnaturally late
There's dank smoke in the air
And food stuck to the plate
Your light touch begs the question
I'm too plastered to ask
Fumbled with my hands in my pockets
And just let the thought pass
We traded all the essentials
Your puns ran end to end
You said it's got nothing to do
With who you call your friends
You said it's got nothing to do
You said it's got nothing to do
You said it's got nothing to do
With who you call your friends
Even less than half your collection
Of antique puzzles and games
Even less than half of that
Is all that you have to say
You told the saddest joke
You said your nature was bent
Even though I put down my glass
I still stumbled over my own tongue again
We traded all the essentials
Your puns ran end to end
Guess it's got nothing to do
With who you call your friends
You said it's got nothing to do
You said it's got nothing to do
You said it's got nothing to do
You said it's got nothing to do
With who you call your friends