BOaT - Beast For Hire lyrics

Pants, lie on the floor. My girlfriend, well, she walks through the door. In the dark I'm not a good listener. My ears close at the sound of the door swinging shut. Won't you put your new shirt on? We'll go out, we'll drive around and around. I'm a beast for hire. I don't feel smart, no, I don't feel smart anymore. I'm a beast in a middle school choir. I don't sing straight. No, I don't even try anymore.