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.