Hungover Together

You're a fine desert flower to these bloodshot eyes
The sunset's got nothing on you
Each night finds me here with a 12-pack of beer
It's good to wake up near you

My head is pounding and I need a smoke
But not as much as the touch of your skin
And I must admit that I feel like shit
And I'm late for work once again

And it's always good to see you, my friend
And to wake up hungover together again

I'll just lie here and watch you get dressed
As I block the sun from my face
Working ain't fair, so I'll drive you there
'Cause I ain't going no place

I can't find my shoes and I can't find my dress
This is no way to start out the day
Where the hell are my keys? What's this bruise on my knee?
What the hell did we do anyway last night?

And it's always good to see you, my friend
And to wake up hungover together again

Yeah, and it's always good to see you, my friend
And to wake up hungover together again
Yes, it's always good to see you, my friend
And to wake up hungover together again
Yeah, to wake up hungover together again