Super Fridays

They say it's been a lousy quarter
They don't know anything at all
Staring at the charts and the graphs
Projected on the board room wall

They say I don't meet expectations
I start to laugh a little bit
Staring at the Gulf outside the window
Trying hard not to quit

Well who cares what happens with the audit
And who cares if that whole thing's over budget
And who cares if the report doesn't go out on time
I've got more important things on my mind

And there's this girl across the office
She's been giving me some heartache
And it's been building up inside of me
Not sure how much more I can take

Well I know that I was hired for this
And this is not ok
But I've tried to struggle for too long now
It would catch up to me some day

So who cares about my panic attacks
And who cares that I'm drinking every day
And who cares if it feels like I'm running out of time
I've got more important things on my mind

They say it's been a lousy quarter
They don't know anything at all
They say I don't meet expectations
They don't know anything at all