(Please Won't You Be My) Pitstop

I am putting on weight
I come home covered in scars
And you ask me, and you ask me again
But there is nothing wrong
Nothing wrong

And I'm wearing the same shirt
And I reek of cologne
And you ask me when you'll see me again
Well how should I know?
How should I know?

And there's a car outside waiting for me
Let me shave off my mustache and go

I am filling a cardboard box
With three weeks of food
And you ask me to write and you say to be good
But that's not my job
That's not my job
That's not my job



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Piuma
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