Irony Is Thick Lyrics

Irony Is Thick lyrics

Stepped over clothes, evidence of a late night fast food binge,

I threw on
the same blue jeans just to do it all again,



For now these are the
days I push through the crowds,

To make my way,



I'd feel a
little better if I could steal a minute,

Push me right back or somewhere
towards the middle,

I know I've been a little left of center,

These
self-righteous thoughts burn inside my head again,

Are you there because
the irony is thick,

The things that make me happy are the things, the
things that make me sick,



Burried my phone, I don't think I'm
going to show my face,

I called into work today, I'm a hopeless waste of
space,



For now, these are the days I pray for the clouds,

And pull the shades,



I'd feel a little better if I could steal a
minute,

Push me right back or somewhere towards the middle,

I know
I've been a little left of center,

These self-righteous thoughts burn
inside my head again,

Are you there because the irony is thick,

The
things that make me happy are the things that make me sick,



And
I've been worried about you,

Being worried about me,

Now I'm
worried about me,



Are you there because the irony is thick,

The things that make me happy are the same things, the things that make me
sick,

I'd feel a little better if I could steal a minute,

Push me
right back or somewhere towards the middle,

I know I've been a little
left of center,

These self-righteous thoughts burn inside my head
again,

Are you there because the irony is thick,

The things that
make me happy are the things that make me sick