Day Job

She's self-sustainable
She hands her recyclables in
She signs up all of her friends
I'm wearing leather (wearing leather)
I'm not reliable, no
You can't invite me to shit
I'm old enough to admit
I could be better (wearing leather)

Yeah, your words are burning
My stomach is turning
I don't really want you to go
My ego's inflated
You're emasculating
You're someone I think I should know

Meet me underneath the palm tree
Drink your fancy water
She got, she got
She got a day job
Always out in the garden
She could be an artist
But she got, she got
She got a day job
She got, she got, she got, she got
She got a day job

I spilled a vodka Red Bull on her dissertation
She's got good information
She's been studying Marx
Sells her art on the internet
And some by the shore
With paint she can't afford
A real risk-taker

(She's got)
I drank too much
I think I may be lost
(A day job)
I walked too far, they think I'm on the run
(She's got)
She's got no time for me
She's busy with her day job
Busy with her day job

Meet me underneath the palm tree
Drink your fancy water
She got, she got
She got a day job
Always out in the garden
She could be an artist
But she got, she got
She got a day job
She got, she got, she got, she got
She got a day job, she got, she got
She got, she got
Yeah, she got a day job
(She's got)
(A day job)
(She's got)
(A day job)

Meet me underneath the palm tree
Drink your fancy water
She got, she got
She got a day job
Always out in the garden
She could be an artist
But she got, she got
She got a day job
She got, she got, she got, she got
She got a day job, she got, she got
She got, she got
Yeah, she got a day job
She got, she got a day job, she got
She got a day job
She got, she got a day job
Yeah, she got a day job



Credits
Writer(s): Jayden James Seeley, Nicholas Cozine, Nick Anderson
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