Your Mike Wazowski Lyrics

I said I'd be your Mike Wazowski

I fucking lied, I never follow through on anything

I hate my face and the way that I talk

But you made me feel like James Dean and Obama

I'd spend the last cent in my bank account

Just to get us a room at a shitty motel

Drive to the gas station at 4 am

Stare at the fridges for 30 minutes

Just to grab a couple cokes and drive right off

And you can tell me about all the people you hate at your job

I'll laugh and say "wow, she's the worst"

And somehow we'll forget that anything could ever hurt

I said I'd be your Mike Wazowski

I fucking lied, I never follow through on anything

I hate my face and the way that I talk

But you made me feel like James Dean and Obama

I'd spend the last cent in my bank account

Just to get us a room at a shitty motel

Drive to the gas station at 4 am

Stare at the fridges for 30 minutes