Another Day
I'm drunk in my LinkedIn photo
And I think that's a pretty good metaphor
For how things have been going for me
All my friends have metamorphosized
They're going somewhere with their lives
And I just can't help but feel left behind
So I'll write a book on how to make
Every excuse for why I've taken so
Long to figure my shit out
I throw my hands to the ceiling
I've had enough for the day
Sleep just sounds so appealing
But the hours, they tick away
I want you to feel sorry for me
But I can't trust in what you say
That I'll make it through another day
My old man flew to the USA
Without a penny to his name
The Pacific Ocean couldn't slow his game
If he can feed a family
Why can't I even support me?
It's a miracle I haven't been
Thrown to the streets
I throw my hands to the ceiling
I've had enough for the day
Sleep just sounds so appealing
But the hours, they tick away
I want you to feel sorry for me
But I can't trust in what you say
That I'll make it through another day
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh
I'm drunk in my LinkedIn photo
And I think that's a pretty good metaphor
For how things have been going for me
And I think that's a pretty good metaphor
For how things have been going for me
All my friends have metamorphosized
They're going somewhere with their lives
And I just can't help but feel left behind
So I'll write a book on how to make
Every excuse for why I've taken so
Long to figure my shit out
I throw my hands to the ceiling
I've had enough for the day
Sleep just sounds so appealing
But the hours, they tick away
I want you to feel sorry for me
But I can't trust in what you say
That I'll make it through another day
My old man flew to the USA
Without a penny to his name
The Pacific Ocean couldn't slow his game
If he can feed a family
Why can't I even support me?
It's a miracle I haven't been
Thrown to the streets
I throw my hands to the ceiling
I've had enough for the day
Sleep just sounds so appealing
But the hours, they tick away
I want you to feel sorry for me
But I can't trust in what you say
That I'll make it through another day
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh
I'm drunk in my LinkedIn photo
And I think that's a pretty good metaphor
For how things have been going for me
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Writer(s): Fletcher Dunham
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