Well I just washed my car
And I think it's gonna rain
I'm not gonna quiver or complain,
And I just smashed my hand on it's
Stupid metal frame that's enough to drive us all insane.
Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right,
Always a thorn in my side and it's not right,
So complicated we're tired and unpaid,
Tough to admit it accept it not my day.
And now I'm just a target,
I'd bridge to word it so I'm just standing where I just don't know,
I know I'm not for you
And I should be asking how should I stay asleep,
Or brave it now.
Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right,
Always a thorn in my side and it's not right,
So complicated we're tired and unpaid tough,
Tough to admit it, accept it not my day.