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 s**t
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
Cuz I ain't going no place
I can't find my shoes, and I can't find 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