| She’s always on my mind |
| But fingers crossed it’ll pass with time |
| So I’ll go crush another line |
| And luck out on another dime |
| 'Cause 6 a. m has never been my friend |
| He’s always there to see it through |
| 6 a. m has never been my friend |
| Plus I think he’s in cahoots with you |
| He’ll let me go through my day without a single thought of you |
| Sunrise is the string around my finger |
| He’ll point out all my problems, but won’t say what I oughta do |
| Just another fly girl on the brain of a broke-arse singer, hey! |
| And as long as my phone dies I’ll be all right |
| 'Cause then when it’s home time I’ll be free all night |
| Of your face, and your updates |
| Your bullshit mates, there’s no escape |
| 'Cause 6 a. m has never been my friend |
| He’s always there to see it through |
| 6 a. m has never been my friend |
| Plus I think he’s in cahoots with you |
| And as long as my phone dies I’ll be all right |
| 'Cause 6 a. m has never been my friend |
| 'Cause then when it’s home time I’ll be free all night |
| He’s always there to see it through |
| And as long as my phone dies I’ll be all right |
| 6 a. m has never been my friend |
| 'Cause then when it’s home time I’ll be free all night |
| Plus I think he’s in cahoots with you |