[Verse 1]
Boxed wine and cigarettes for the weekend
Anna keeps calling you to see where you've been
Small tattoos cuz we ain't got no money for the big ones
My new apartment's small as shit, but it fits us
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
My Prozac tastes so bitter without you there
I always skip my dose but at least you care
Your little pink salt lamp dims your room
As we wrap in your sheets like a cocoon
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh

[Outro]
Boxed wine and cigarettes for the weekend