I can't count the days
Waiting on the time or place to change
It's actually f*cked
I keep in pace
53 complaints I'm ill-equipped to face
If this is playing grown-up
Hold my hair back as I throw up
Under sheets with all my toes up
Wasting away
'Cause every day's the same
When you get home from work I'll try to keep you entertained
And I know we're both so far from sane
Picking fights to let you know I'm glad you came
If this is playing grown-up
Hold my hair back as I throw up
Under sheets with all my toes up
Wasting away
I can't count the days
Waiting on the time or place to change
I cannot help you
I never wanted to
I cannot feel blue
I never wanted to
[x3]