FUCK IT


Everybody here hates their job
They just blame and complain
The woman next to me makes great bread pudding
She bakes to forget
Everybody around me dumps their problems
On my desk
So, I begin to fix and scratch off from the
Long list of distress
Then I think

You know what fuck it
They can pick their own mess
You know what fuck it
My own life is a shambles
You know what
I do care for you
But don't abuse

The pretty girl in front of me
Likes bob and bob's in love with me
She's bi-polar, has depression
And has low self esteem
Sometimes she likes me and sometimes
She wants to kill me with her fancy pen
I wanna help her, but she's
Way too fucking crazy

You know what fuck it
The can pick their own mess
You know what fuck it
My own bed is not made
You know what
I do care for you
But don't abuse

They can pick up their own mess
Choose and eat their food
My own bed is unkept
Still care for you
Don't abuse