I'm too stressed out to leave this bar And the feeling is mutual The silence that we make Is strange and unusual I'm too drunk now to leave my car And the feeling is miserable The decisions that we make But I would like a break from this house You could be the last Greek Goddess I know I'm alone in this But God all hope is spent Cause money is in the way of everything I'm too John Wayne to carry scars And my ego is measurable The side-eyes that I gaze Could be weaponizable But you were in the kitchen with knives And I was waiting in line to see If the disease had spread But I was in constantly I was in love with the Idea that the money could save our dreams Pushing the lies to make levy's to stop the lake From making a mess of me Tell me what time to leave But I would like a break from this house You could be the last Greek Goddess I know I'm alone in this But God all hope is spent Cause money is in the way of everything