So this is really what you wanna do for a living?
Sleep in until noon and then pretend you're Bob Dylan?
I'm leaving because I've had all that I can stand
You tell me that you love me but you only talk about your band
You don't make no money, get paid in drink tickets
Playing two or three chords for 45 minutes
I'm leaving because I've had all that I can stand
You tell me that you love me but you only talk about your band
You always sing about your feelings and you sing about me
Why don't you get a real job and go to therapy?
I'm leaving because I've had all that I can stand
You tell me that you love me but you only talk about your band
You don't know what it is to struggle, or what it's like to lose
You ain't a poet, just another white boy singing blues
I'm leaving because I've had all that I can stand
You tell me that you love me but you only talk about your band
You're always talking to me like I ain't even there
If you like him so much, why don't you fuck your bass player?
I'm leaving because I've had all that I can stand
You tell me that you love me but you only talk about your band