Day Job

I don't wanna work my day job
But I got bills I gotta pay off
It may not be good manners
But I don't wanna be staring at a screen
Pretending that it matters
At my day job
But my retirement is still a way off
I'm afraid of what it's made me
I'm stressed out
Somebody tell me how I'm supposed to get out

(Sigh)

This white collar is a little too tight
I'm struggling to breathe
And all I see is squares of white-blue light
I might not make it in tomorrow
Sorry for the fake deadlines that I broke
Hey!
Middle manager
I sold you my best years and my posture
To be one more body making your wheel spin
So 9 to 5 I'm only thinking one thing

I don't wanna work my day job
But I got bills I gotta pay off
It may not be good manners
But I don't wanna be staring at a screen
Pretending that it matters
At my day job
But my retirement is still a way off
I'm afraid of what it's made me
I'm stressed out
Somebody tell me how I'm supposed to get out

I should feel lucky that I got one
Unemployment is a real problem
I should save for something I dunno yet
Real estate never got me going
I should climb a ladder that I wanna be on
And stop complaining that I'm just a corporate peon
To be honest, it's someone else's dream
But it ain't me

And that's alright
Yeah it's okay
But is it too much to ask
To not feel like I'm wasting away

Whenever I am working at my day job
But I got bills I gotta pay off
It may not be good manners
But I don't wanna be staring at a screen
Pretending that it matters
At my day job
But my retirement is still a way off
I'm afraid of what it's made me
I'm stressed out
Somebody tell me how I'm supposed to get out

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Fifty years from now what would I spend
To live today again
Fifty years from now will my savings account
Be worth what I'm missing now
Working at my day job

Fifty years from now
What would I spend (I don't wanna work my)
To live today again (I don't wanna work my)
Fifty years from now
Will my savings account (I don't wanna work my day job)
Be worth what I'm missing now working at my day job

But I got bills I gotta pay off (I don't wanna work my)
It may not be good manners (I don't wanna work my)
But I don't wanna be (I don't wanna work my day job)
Staring at a screen
Pretending that it matters (I don't wanna work my)
At my day job
But my retirement is still a way off (I don't wanna work my)
I'm afraid of what it's made me (I don't wanna work my)
I'm stressed out
Somebody tell me how I'm supposed to get out



Credits
Writer(s): Emerson Brophy
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