Hungover Together

You're a fine de[A]sert flower, t[D]o these bloodsho[A]t eyes               [D]
The sunset's [A]got nothing on you[D].           [E]
[A]Each night finds me here, wi[D]th a 12-pack of beer [A]                [D]
[A]It's good, to wake[D]-up near you[E]

M[A]y head is poun[D]ding, and I need[A] a smoke            [D]
But not as much as [A]the touch of your [D]skin        [E]

[A]And I must adm[D]it, that I feel [A]like shit           [D]
[A]And I'm late for w[D]ork once aga[E]in.

And it's always goo[A]d to see you my frien[D]d              [A]
And to wake up hung[A]over, together agai[D]n       [E]                [A]

I'll just lie here and watch you get dressed
As I block the sun from my face
Working ain't fair, so I'll drive you there
Cuz I ain't going no place

I can't find my shoes, and I can't find dress
This is no way to start out the day
Where the hell are my keys
What's this bruise on my knee?
What the hell did we do anyway last night.