Don't Have a Job

Waking up to phone calls from my ex-lovers and the repo man

They may as well be one in the same, they both want what they can’t have

Bills are piling up

I tried but I can’t commit

It’s about time I work it out

And deal with this shit

Every day is Friday when you don’t have a job

Every day is Saturday when you don’t have a job

When you're a joke and you’re broke and you can’t afford smokes

Why even try, in the end you’ll just choke, screw today, sleep it away

What are they gonna do?

Mom and dad say they’re all tapped, so the well's running dry

They had it worse when they were kids, but me, I can barely survive

Between the nose beers, booze Jones, club ten times a week, what can I do?

You’ve all given up on me, so at least I’ve got nothing to prove

This time I'll get my act together, just you wait and see

This world won’t know what to make of it when they finally get a load of me

I’ll get started on all that

Right after I finish this song

Right now I’m CEO of my own couch and that’s good enough for me