Sad To Work

Forty minutes ago I was screaming into a pillow, like a psycho
'Cause you just decided to walk out of my life, I would've made a good wife
Said I was fine, but I was lying 'cause I don't have the time to
Do all the crying I'm gonna have to do
And now I'm sitting in the parking lot of this shitty ass restaurant
'Cause I can't lose my job today too

And you can't call in sad to work
So I gotta be nice to people knowing you're with her
For eight straight hours
Smiling and nodding and saying "Yes Sir"
Yeah the breakup hurts
But do you know what's worse?
You can't call in sad to work

I woulda called my mom, she woulda said "Come home", and I would've
My friends would pour me tequila, saying "Cheers to your freedom, you don't need him"
I would text the guy I broke up before ya
He made me feel the way I used to feel before ya
But it's Monday morning and I'm still in mourning
And I feel like I'd rather die, tell me why

You can't call in sad to work
So I gotta be nice to people knowing you're with her
For eight straight hours
Smiling and nodding and saying "Yes Sir"
Yeah the breakup hurts
But do you know what's worse?
You can't call in sad to work

So when you're asking your waitress why you're still waiting on fries
Be nice

'Cause she can't call in sad to work
She's gotta be nice to people while her ex is a jerk
For eight straight hours
Smiling and nodding and saying "Yes Sir"
Yeah the breakup hurts
But do you know what's worse?
You can't call in sad
No you can't call in sad
You can't call in sad to work