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.