9 O'Clock

There's a bug on the wall
Beside my free lamp
I killed him last week
And this week named him Frank
I had a boss named Frank
He was a fuckwit
He looked like a cartoon ghost
Who liked to eat kids
And writing that line
I made myself laugh
This poor bug on the wall and I
Are having a blast

Harsh marks by the linen cupboard
On the shiny part of the floor
Deep breathes within the empty room
Where I slept each night before
A dark mark upon the counter top
From something far too hot
And a panic attack at Christmas time
And then work at nine o'clock

The first few nights
Were a bit rough
But she told me she cried
For one fourth of a month
And I gotta say
That made me feel better
About leaving on lights at night
To avoid my reflection
And if you stop and listen
To the sound of a house
You'll start naming dead bugs just to know
Who's around

Harsh marks by the linen cupboard
On the shiny part of the floor
Deep breathes within the empty room
Where I slept each night before
A dark mark upon the counter top
From something far too hot
And a panic attack at Christmas time
And then work at nine o'clock

Thank you, I love you
Thank you, I love you
But I hate that it's still hot
I thank you, I love you
But I hate that it's so hot
I thank you, I love you
At nine o'clock