Weekday Concert Syndrome

Uh, chikorita...?
Even now, it's just too early in the morning.

And this is getting old.
And I'm getting tired of it all.

There's a bottle of salad dressing on the counter.
There's a bottle of salad dressing in the fridge.
Let's make miracles.

But this is getting old.
And I'm gettting tired of it all.

I should call.
I could phone.
But there's a rubber band on the door
And a box of tissues in my head.
Where's the sense since cellular?

Yeah, it's getting old.
Yeah, I'm sick of it.

We'll be delicious in the morning.
Chopping the leeks.
Sleeping with freaks.
Supra-fuxxin'-sonique.

I'll tell you when we're younger.
Before we kissed.
Before I went in and cried.
You said it's the last time.

Sugar, forevermore.