Working jobs that I wanna quit
Hardly saving at all
Spending it all on stupid shit
Hardly saving at all
It's not the money that I owe
It's not the corner where I stub my toe
It's not the way I say too much
It's not that things I wanna give up
All these years put them in a box
Can't remember it all
Stored away with the turned back clocks
Can't remember it all
It's not the money that I owe
It's not the corner where I stub my toe
It's not the road I drive on home
Thirty degrees and the first snow
House is cold but there's no one home
Road is closed and the bridge is froze
I'd call a ride but I lost my phone
I park my car and I walk on home
I dropped my keys and away they go
Then I forgot everything I know
It's not the way I say too much
It's not the things I wanna give up