I Got What I Asked For

I'm sorry ma'am if you don't a receipt we can do a return for you
I'm sorry that's just our policy
Now get out
Bitch

Fuck
Getting ready for a job interview
Anxiety rolling in after my 6th cup of cold brew
Walk out the door I forget my shoes
Why is it so hard to function I just need any excuse

I can't take this anymore
I fall right down to the floor

Stop by the local bar down the street
Chug a couple beers and pretend that I'm happy, yeah
Catch the bus and I get a seat
Some drunk dude sits down and throws up all over me

I can't take this anymore
Life's just a fucking chore

I can't take this anymore
I fall right down to the floor
Life's just a fucking chore
I got what I asked for
Yeah, I got what I asked for
I got what I asked for
I got what I asked for

On the edge of mental breakdown and I just can't take it at all
Some lady screaming in my face can I just tell her to fuck off
Customer service a term from hell that were told is what we stand for
On the edge of mental breakdown and I just can't
And I just can't
Take it no more

I got what I asked for
I got what I asked for



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Downey
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