Blow

I'm driving, trying to change the lane

My signal on, it's all the same

They speed up instead of slowing down

I miss my turn, go back around the block

Until I'm at my job, clock in, paste a smile on

My boss says, "Late again?"

Even though I haven't been in

Six whole months

I promise I'll do better

Then he mansplains how to pour a drink

I've made for months

While I nod like a brainless fool

Please sir, tell me what to do

I'm screaming inside like all the time, like all the time!

Excuse me sir, I didn't know

Tell me, tell me, tell me

Playing nice, knuckles white, I'm 'bout to blow

I'm at a party playing songs, the guy beside me nods and says

"I heard you on the radio, I'm such a fan but don't you know

Your melodies are so cliché?

Who needs a chorus anyway?

My band wouldn't sell out that way

Been writing songs and making waves for

Six whole months

Your stuff is pretty cool

But we'll be the next Nirvana

Give us six more months"

And I nod like a brainless fool

Please sir, tell me what to do

I'm screaming inside like all the time, like all the time!

Excuse me sir, I didn't know

Tell me, tell me, tell me

Playing nice, knuckles white, I'm 'bout to blow

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Unsolicited advice, a hammer on my head, my, my

You've got so much to say, my guy, you've got so much to say

Just love to put me in my place, like I'm a leaf, and you're the rake

At home, my pillow is your face

And I punch it 'til the feathers float everywhere

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

I'm screaming inside like all the time, like all the time!

Excuse me sir, I didn't know

Tell me, tell me, tell me

Playing nice, knuckles white, I'm 'bout to blow