Out On My Feet

Lonely Saturday night, left out by the wayside
I got called in in the morning, talked into a double and left after 9
Now I'm at home, just me and my student loans
Of course the battery died, I left on the dome light
My shift was over, Kevin came to jump it, the cables caught fire
And I watched the final ounce of hope go up in a plume of smoke

I'm sick of smelling like kitchen grease
Can't get it out of my clothes
I'm sick of scraping the windshield clean
I'm sick of shoveling snow
I'm sick of beating the sun to work
Pale light starting to glow
I'm sick of racing it home

Ankle's giving me hell — swollen up and dark blue
Fucked it up in November, too broke for the doctor, trying to make do
I don't feel any break there in the bone
So I'm just letting it go

I'm sick of smelling like kitchen grease
Can't get it out of my clothes
I'm sick of scraping the windshield clean
I'm sick of shoveling snow
I'm sick of beating the sun to work
Pale light starting to glow
I'm sick of racing it home

Can't see
Through it
No hope
Worthless

I'm buried beneath a layer of dust
I'm out on my feet, I'm waking back up
I keep trying to leave, enough is enough
I'm out on my feet, I'm waking back up
The brink of defeat, we're totally fucked
I'm out on my feet, I'm waking back up
Cut down at the knees, I'm spitting out blood
I'm off of my feet, I'm getting back up