Laugh at Sex, Not Her

My friends are having sex in the other room
Being quiet as they can, so as not to be rude
I smile and fall asleep on the couch, so easily
Cause they love each other, and for some reason that pleases me
Well I don't know if they love each other for sure
Sure sounds like they do
I smile and think, sex is like laughter
You do it differently with different people
Sometimes you feel sick after
Feels good but it's not always possible
Sure enough, it can happen at the wrong time
How come you're always writing your own words
You still be you
And I've slept with her too
I've got to tell you
That I miss you
And I've lost my
And nothing else