When I wake up in the morning
I'll make you some coffee
We'll lay about and let the day pass
I'll wipe your blood off the concrete
Take you to the party
We'll drink until our brains black out
And god, you're so pretty
Your smile's unforgiving
I'll place it where nobody can find
I'll play all your favorite songs
And shake when the lights go off
I'll hide us in the warm night

Oh, I think you're alright
Oh, I think you're al—

I'll be your old broken TV
Your stuttering baby
Your puppy when nobody's home
I'll be your cigarette ash tray
Come back when it's too late
Worship you till morning comes

Oh, I think you're alright
Oh, I think you're al—