Counting down the days 'til i'm with you.
I cringe at words i say,
I'm swimming with the sharks the work week through,

So i'm drowning come friday.

Reaching front door, turning on the radio, walking to the liquor store.

You're what i came here for, you're what i came here for.
But i've got nothing left - a couple bucks, some cigarettes.
I pick a day to say i'll quit, i'm filled with hope or full of %#@!.


It doesn't really matter where i look,
The directions seem the same.

I'm closing out my nights with fante books.
If you're happy then why change.


Counting up what's left.
I let it ride on easy bets.
Once i traded in free will it got easy to keep still.

You're what i came here for, what's the point of anything.