Standing in the shower
For an hour
Looking for someone to blame
But all I hear is my name
But I could never take the fame
The only thing that really makes sense to me is
Booze and this book about JFK
But all work and no play
Made Jack an important boy
But the hands on the clock have me by the wrist
I'm pissed and I don't know why
I wish I had something to say
Something to die for
But nothing's in my way
And I wish I had something to do
But my plate is full
And I can't come out tonight
I picked up a few bad habits
Along with the best people in my life
But they all cause me strife
'Cause I could never put up a fight
When nothing on the Netflix looks good
And this weekend is a waste
And life's a distant taste
And an unfamiliar face
But the hands on the clock have me by the wrist
I'm pissed and I don't know why
I wish I had something to say
Something to die for
But nothing's in my way
And I wish I had something to do
But my plate is full
And I can't come out tonight
I wish I had something to say
Something to die for
But nothing's in my way
And I wish I had something to do
Whoa
And I can't come out tonight