Kitchen's crazy with love
No time cleaning the job's hard enough
On the weeknights she stays busy in the clouds
5 am she gets up
Sun rising up but she's running off
Toward a life that pays on days
She won't want to wake up
And she's buried alive in bills neck high
And she sits down and says it's alright
No use crying
In losing time
She dreams of autographs
And photographs
And no attachments to
These woes of present tense
This life is dead
If she wishes to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long
The fantasies turn blue
So keep dreaming of autographs
And photographs
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
Living off minimum
Workin' too much it shows on her thumbs
Every time she grabs the bottle
It hurts to pick up
Her friends are jealous enough
Over due calls her phone blowing up
Lost the joy that she felt each time
The phone would ring on
And she's buried alive in bills neck high
And she sits down and says it's alright
No use crying
In losing time
She dreams of autographs
And photographs
And no attachments to
These woes of present tense
This life is dead
If she wishes to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long
The fantasies turn blue
So keep dreaming of autographs
And photographs
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long
The fantasies turn blue
So keep dreaming of autographs
And photographs
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
She dreams of autographs
And photographs
And no attachments to
These woes of present tense
This life is dead
If she wishes to
Late hours are painful
Laying awake too long
The fantasies turn blue
So keep dreaming of autographs
And photographs
Because she needs to
Because she needs to
