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 everyday 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