Jackie's On The Couch

Jackie's on the couch,

Lenny's passing out,

On my sunset coloured sofa.

Louie's on the decks,

playing late nineties tracks,

the night ain't young but it sure ain't over.

Oh and it's you I do this for,

and im feeling blue,

as the sun shines through my window.

More and more,

this feeling I can't push away.

Send me your location baby,

I been thinkin' bout you lately.

If you don't feel like sleeping,

Why don't you come over?

You know the place we are meeting,

it don't feel the same,

Without you saying my name anymore.

Jackie's on the couch,

and I think I lost my keys,

who's that stranger on the sofa?

Someone's on my decks,

and it smells like cigarettes,

This ain't fun and I think it's over.

And it's you I do this for,

and im feeling blue,

As the sun shines through my window.

More and more,

this feeling I can't push away.

Send me your location baby,

I been thinking bout you lately.

If you don't feel like sleeping,

Why don't you come over?

You know the place we are meeting,

it don't feel the same,

Without you falling asleep on my floor.

After hour, after hour, after hour, and after hour.

After hour, after hour.

Lalalalala.....