Fun Stuff

I took off my clothes,

She took off hers too,

With no fanfares and

No hallelujahs.

Throughout the night,

I would grind

Away the truth

There's nothing sadder

Than sad, sad sex,

And the bad, bad news

Is that I gave in

To the ugly hand

That first led me away from you.

AAH, the fun stuff is not so fun without you.

So I drink until

I fill my brim

But there's nothing that

Fills me up the same

As the tiny word

Broadcast across the sea.

And should I go out

To dance tonight,

Well my two left feet

Need you to right

Or I'll spin around

In circles endlessly.

Oh, the fun stuff is not so fun without you.

Well the city was born

Bright blue today

And I whistle through

The sunlit streets.

And my empty hand

Fell cold from under you.

And I'm quite alright,

I get by just fine,

I'm not depressed,

Not most of the time,

Just the fun stuff

Is much less fun without you.

The fun stuff is much less fun without you.