Counting down the days 'till I'm with you
I cringe at words I say
I'm swimming with the sharks the workweek 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 sh**
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?
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
Counting up what's left
I let it ride on easy bets
Once I traded in free will
It got easy to keep still, to keep still
You're what I came here for
You're what I came here for
You're what I came here for
You're what I came here for
What's the point of anything?
What's the point of anything?
What's the point of anything?
What's the point of anything?