It's Saturday morning for the trillionth time I'm in my apartment, hungover again New York's as quiet as it ever gets And there's clothes and cat litter all over the floor And I might be staying the obvious here But it's hard to make sense of anything anymore Cause everything is funny in an unfunny way And I laugh till I cry, but why? I'm unsure, I'm unsure I drink coffee, it makes me tired I feed the intertext about the season, the day And I stand in the shower for hours and hours And I drink more coffee, it keeps me from sleeping But I look up and it's 5pm, a waste of a day Just reading the news, the dogs in the park, they market the chain trade And I tell Phoebe that I feel so great And of course I am staying the obvious here But it's hard to make sense of anything anymore Cause everything is funny in an unfunny way And I laugh till I cry, but why? I'm unsure And of course I am staying the obvious here But the thought of it isn't hard to do anything at all I just keep laughing at anything and everything I see Cause in the end it feels like a joke in some way I just keep laughing at anything and everything I see I just keep laughing at anything and everything I see