It isn’t what you do, it isn’t what you wear
To see you walk around like you didn’t care
You made him quit his job you made him cut his hair
Oh baby it’s okay, baby it isn’t fair
I’ll cross my fingers this time
And hope that someone comes through
These days it kinda feels like
I spend all my time in my room
So I’ll keep waiting this time
And hope there’s something to do
These days it kinda feels like I waste all my time
It’s so hard out here in the USA
Most of us got friends and eat food all day
Although there’s nothing new for us to say
It’s easier said than done so let’s complain
I’ll cross my fingers this time
And hope that someone comes through
These days it kinda feels like
I spend all my time in my room
So I’ll keep waiting this time
And hope there’s something to do
These days it kinda feels like I waste all my time
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