It's time to get up, babe, it's already morning
I know I shouldn't bother you, but consider this a warning
There's sixteen ways you've figured out to quickly kill my spirit
I want to tell you quietly, but I'm afraid you won't hear it

Do I have to spell it out for you?

There's a symphony of dishes I'm crashing for attention
And a manifesto written in the dust I won't mention

Do I have to spell it out for you?

There's dirty dishes in the sink, I'm trying not to care
What ever happened to you wanting to be there?

What ever happened to you wanting to be there?