chorus
A couple quarters in my pocket
A few dollars in my wallet
I've been working overtime
Haven't heard from you in months
I wonder what you're running from
verse
Seeing through these curtains
Spending too much time in my bed
I've got too much time on my hands
You've got too much blood on yours
You got what you asked for
verse
Time to grow up, get a real job
Heard they got benefits and it's evident
That you got what it takes to get to the top
Know you been going through things
But you can feel better when the money comes in
And every night you can question your life
While you stare at the ceiling
verse
Bringin' it, bringin' it back to the good ol' days
To the run-down park where we used to skate
Paul and Connor, John, Bert and Lopez
Not one day did I feel this hopeless (goddamn)
And they try to get me to go to therapy, please
No human alive could revive my mind
Would you think it's a lie
chorus
A couple quarters in my pocket
A few dollars in my wallet
I've been working overtime
Haven't heard from you in months
I wonder what you're running from
verse
Swear to God I've been trying
All of the things that I keep in my mind
But I can't even write them, let alone say it
I'm losing my mind while I'm losing my patience
At the end of the day I'm amazed
At the pain you'll sustain for a paycheck
outro
So it's back to the basics
I'm picturing life when the music don't pay
Got the kids in the back and the wife in the passenger
Man I've been spectacular
Got my own office and a gun in the cabinet
See I think about blasting it
Leave a stain on the wall near the frame of my bachelor's