Here's 2 Us

Here's to the Mondays
Watching all the cars on the freeway
I ain't got a thing to do
Can I sit here next to you?
And oh, oh, oh

Yeah, I kinda wish I got paid
'Cause my card got maxed out yesterday
Could you give me a shot?
And I'll work with what I got
Not a dollar in my pocket
But I rock it like I ain't broke
You know?

Here's to us, uh oh
Here's to us
Here's to us, uh oh

Here's to never winning first place
Here's to crying on your birthday
Here's to every single heartbreak

Here's to us
Here's to us

Here's to the mistakes
Somehow they always drop you in the right place
So, let's go another round
'Til the sky is falling down
And we'll laugh at all the shakers and movers
Now who's the loser?
What a joke

Here's to us, uh oh
Here's to us
Here's to us, uh oh

Here's to never winning first place (come on)
Here's to crying on your birthday
Here's to every single heartbreak

Here's to us
Here's to us

I'm a player, I'm a hater
But I swear you would never know
'Cause I got a smile on
I'm an ex-con
That just got off parole

Could've been a contender, a pretender
Like Brando Play the role
But I'm not, so what?
And that's just how it goes

Yeah

Here's to us, uh oh
Here's to us
Here's to us, uh oh

Here's to never winning first place
Here's to crying on your birthday
Here's to all the bad first dates
Here's to every single heartbreak
Here's to raining on your own parade
Here's to showing up anyway

Here's to us
Here's to us
Here's to–
Here's to the Mondays



Credits
Writer(s): Lindy Robbins, Evan Kidd Bogart, Emanuel Kiriakou, Michelle Branch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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