He waits for the sound of the train to stop
It’s like the second hand on the clock
Is moving, moving in slow-motion
Are we having any fun yet?
She waits, though she knows what he’s about to say
It’s two years, four months, three days
Since they went and fucked it up
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
He walks home from a second job
Late rent, two kids
But he’s doing it, he’s doing it for love
Are we having any fun yet?
She sleeps along in a king-size bed
They said she needs two pills
As a way to sort her head out
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
You’ve got it so bad
You’re wasting your time
You didn’t know that
He’s just not your type
Got dealt the wrong hand
But you don’t want to fight
So you tell your friends that
You’ll be alright
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
Are we having any fun yet?
You’ve got it so bad
You’ve got it so bad
You’ve got it so bad
You’ve got it so bad