My girl likes bein lazy
And she dont work for nothing
She likes to call her friends up
And just talk trash about me
And I know Im not perfect
I do what I can
Ive got my guitar and my dreams and a plan
Shes always complaining
That Im wasting my time
That I'm out of my mind
She says Im sick in the head
And I'm better off dead
Id be rich if I had one dollar every time she says
Im a loser, a punk with no future well
Ive got news for you
You think I'm sick in the head, well maybe thats true
Or maybe Im just sick of you
When I go out with my friends
Shes always on my case
And when Im watching the game
Shes all up in my face
And shes playing the field
But shes not on the team
Acting the part but its not what it seems
Shes constantly saying
That I'm wasting my time
That I'm out of my mind
Its always business doing pleasure with you
We used to be so money but now were through
So say whatever cause this aint forever or ever