Can I get a ride from you I can get you in through the back door See, I've been around for a while now But no one seems to notice anymore Except for ten people Ten people liked me tonight That’s better than working For some slob you hate Let me buy a round for all of us Says the poorest guy at the bar I caught some overtime So tonight is mine Plus, I'm opening up for the headliner Ten people liked me tonight It’s better than working For some slob you hate And it’s in this space My mind begins to race And my thoughts start to lose form I spent my whole life wanting to die But I don’t want to die anymore So let me raise a glass For the brokenhearted It ain’t over Until you say it’s over Ten people liked me tonight It’s better than working For some slob you hate Time is what I'm after these days