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      Buried 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