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

there's 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

it's tough to admit it, accept it not my day.