[Intro] Yeah... yeah This is my life now This is what I do on a Tuesday [Verse 1] Woke up at eight, checked my phone Got a notice in the mail Gotta pay my personal property tax Or my county will derail Got dressed up like I got somewhere to be Khakis and a decent shirt Drove fifteen minutes to the courthouse square My soul already hurt [Chorus] I am paying my personal property taxes Standing in a line that never moves I am a functioning adult who does these things Even though it does not make me feel alive I am paying my personal property taxes Someone hand me something I can feel Cause the lady at the window does not know my name But she knows my parcel number real [Verse 2] There is one pen chained to a desk The chain is six inches long A man in a camo hat is arguing About something that is probably wrong I take a number from the little machine It says forty seven I look up at the screen above the desk It says twenty eleven [Chorus] I am paying my personal property taxes Standing in a line that never moves I am a functioning adult who does these things Even though it does not make me feel alive I am paying my personal property taxes Someone hand me something I can feel Cause the lady at the window does not know my name But she knows my parcel number real [Bridge] They have a pamphlet about jury duty And a poster about something from two thousand and four There is a man asleep in the plastic chairs I do not know what he came in here for But I respect him I respect the journey We are all just here We are all just here [Verse 3] She slides my receipt under the glass I say thank you have a nice day She is already looking at her computer screen Before I finish saying what I say I walk back out into the parking lot The sun is still up there I paid forty three dollars to the county For the privilege of existing somewhere [Chorus] I am paying my personal property taxes Standing in a line that never moves I am a functioning adult who does these things Even though it does not make me feel alive I am paying my personal property taxes Someone hand me something I can feel Cause the lady at the window does not know my name But she knows my parcel number real [Outro] Yeah I did it I am a person I am going to get a coffee now Maybe a gas station coffee That feels right That feels about right
