Messed up pantyhose Bloody nose from a candy cane habit that no one knows about This is your story nine to five The weekend comes, the weekend goes But the smoke and cum stains on your clothes Remind you that you had a good time And it all starts over where it all begins And you wake up and realize the movie ends Where the hangover started and the pills began Before she falls asleep she whispers Yeah its another sunny day Outside of my rainy life, how long till its right? Yeah its another sunny day Drowning in the tears that I cry How long till I'm dry again? Now you woke up cold, your face all red You swear that the morning joggers want you dead If the karma calls and bikers don't do it first You see you love this guy, you hate his girlfriend You don't give a shit its sex in the end You try to decide which is worse And you try so hard to disassociate With suicidal dark commas and negotiate With a razorblade and a palm pilot As you're looking at the back of your eyelids screaming Yeah its another sunny day Outside of my rainy life How long till its right? Yeah its another sunny day Drowning in the tears that I cry how long till I'm dry again?