Text: Ari Hest. Twelve Mondays. I'll Be There.

In films that you can?t wait to see
In clothes that you thought you had cleaned
In dreams that you?re soon gonna dream
I?ll be there

On records you?re dying to buy
On drugs you?ve been meaning to try
In manners of some other guy

I?ll be there (I?ll be there to make you miserable)

It doesn?t matter, it doesn?t matter what you want from me
My parts have scattered, my parts have scattered
And they?re everywhere you?re going to be

No letters will come in the mail
No calls that could leave you a trail
In body I have set sail, but in spirit

I?ll be there to make you miserable
I?ll be there to make you miserable

In drinks that you drink to forget
In pets that you?re aching to pet
I?d wager a sizable bet
I?ll be there to make you miserable

It?s not that I hate you so bad
It?s not that you?ve made me so mad
I just want you to know that I?m glad

I?ll be there (I?ll be there to make you miserable)
I?ll be there (I?ll be there to make you miserable)
I?ll be there to make you
Mis
Ra
Ble.