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.
