I’m not wasting another day,
Planning ahead as if I could care.
What happened to you?
Your eyes are so open wide.
Did you think I would run away?
Did you think that I would stay here?
I guess you never knew I didn’t know what was happening.

And every day you work yourself and your hands down to the bone,
Thinking that nothing counts, but everything counts,
Including every last cent you’re underpaid.
If I could pull myself together, I would drive so far away;
And force myself to have another glass,
Until the very next time that I get paid.

What would your mother say?
What would your father think of you?
Is your face turning red?
I think I changed my mind.
I never know what you say to me.
I never know what goes on inside there.
I’m always the first one to target and patronize,

But I know that

Every day you work yourself and your hands down to the bone,
Thinking that nothing counts, but everything counts,
Including every last cent you’re underpaid.
If I could pull myself together, I would drive so far away;
And force myself to have another glass,
Until the very next time that I get paid.

And every day you work yourself and your hands down to the bone,
Thinking that nothing counts, but everything counts,
Including every last cent you’re underpaid.
If I could pull myself together, I would drive so far away;
And force myself to have another glass,
Until the very next time that I get paid.