You nag a lot
You ask for every single reason
I thought I told you
My life's not you're f*cking business
Shape of life
State of mind
Early grave
Work overtime
I can't escape it
Cut my life support before my decline
Spit in my ear with all your drivel
Berate and shame me
Slap my face
Cut up my schedule
Rearrange me
Nothing I do seems to work
I'm still sitting in the ashes of yesterday
Look at your cousin
He's so much better off than you
Look at your at your Auntie
And your Grandpa
And your Brother too
Drop out of college with nothing but student loans