Vacation Days

Coffee and toothpaste mix in my mouth
It always lingers around
And I can’t eat breakfast before twelve o’clock
Or my nervous stomach aches
Socks on my feet and a tie around my neck
And a car that’s out of gas
I clock in late and sit around and wait
For the minutes to pass
And we all add up our sick time again
And just sit around and wait, sit around and wait
For the next vacation day
Records and t-shirts don’t ever sell
So they just sit on the shelf
And I set three alarms just to get out of bed
So I always look a wreck
Songs in my head that I just can’t get out
And the beers don’t seem to help
I can’t keep jobs for more than a month
Cause I’m bored with everyone
And we all add up our sick time