Working Late

The dog days of summer are nearing their end

I know I'm such a bummer, where do I begin?

You catch me out of my element and ask me where I've been

I'll give it to you straight, honey, I can't pretend

I've been working so late

That I can't find the time to play

And I keep filling up my plate

But I still miss you every day

I can see I'm a wreck

I tied this rope around my neck

And I know I've been in my bed

But I just gotta get this off of my chest

I've been working so late

That I ain't got the time to play

And I keep filling up my plate

But I still miss you every day

I can see I'm a wreck

I tied this rope around my neck

And I know I've been in my bed

But I just gotta get this off of my chest