Taxes

Well the first day of the year, is exactly as you feared
No resolutions kept, no progress saved
And they're waiting in the hall, like the leaves you burned last fall
As you wake up in a bed you haven't made

It's time to do your taxes
It's time to clean the litterbox
They don't care what's on your mind
Everything is fine

It's time to wash the dishes
It's time to take the garbage out
They don't care how young you are
Everything is hard

Now the weekend rolls through town, like a subway underground
Earthquakes and laughter shake the neighborhood
And you want to disappear, like the foam from last night's beer
Like the glow from the last time that you felt good

And your telephone is crying, for your voice to make it whole
And your salad mix is rotting in the crisper drawer

It's time to scrub the bathtub
It's time to pay for internet
They don't care what else you do
Every day is new

It's time to see the doctor
Let's go to a psychiatrist
They don't care how bad you feel
Everything is real

It's time to do your taxes
It's time to clean the litterbox
They don't care what's on your mind
Everything is fine

It's time to wash the dishes
It's time to take the garbage out
They don't care how young you are
Everything is hard

It's time to scrub the bathtub
It's time to pay for internet
They don't care what else you do
Every day is new



Credits
Writer(s): Kieran Najita
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