Can't Complain
Wake up, start running for your life
Fill the tumbler with the coffee, feed the cat and hit the lights
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you
The steps are keeping time
But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain
Someone will start nipping at your heels
Panic pumps blood through your knees but they don't care how you feel
The little fuckers chewing through the fabric
they're gonna do you in
But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain
And I'm sorry the things I always damage
And I'm sorry I always feel like I can't manage
to stop the fuckers chewing through the plastic
They're gonna do me in
But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain
Fill the tumbler with the coffee, feed the cat and hit the lights
The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you
The steps are keeping time
But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain
Someone will start nipping at your heels
Panic pumps blood through your knees but they don't care how you feel
The little fuckers chewing through the fabric
they're gonna do you in
But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain
And I'm sorry the things I always damage
And I'm sorry I always feel like I can't manage
to stop the fuckers chewing through the plastic
They're gonna do me in
But I can't complain
I've got a bed I can crawl into
I've got a bottle for the pain
I've got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain
I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain
I can't complain
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock, Jeffrey Rosentstock
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