[Intro] I'm on the edge... So push me off... And let me fall... 'til it's all gone... [VERSE 1] Three in the morning, your name's burning through my sleep. You need a ride, won't say from where, just send the street. I got a shift at eight, my uniform's beside the bed, But I'm pulling on my boots before I think ahead. You're laughing in the front seat, telling stories from the bar, I'm counting every mile, 'cause the tank won't get me far. You ask for sixty dollars, swear you'll pay me back next week, I got a tire on my card and barely enough to eat. Drop you at your building, "Man, I owe you," that's the line, Then you ask for twenty more; I give it every time. I watch you walk inside, the sky is turning gray, You got home safe; I'm still the one who has to pay. [CHORUS] I'm on the edge of breaking, Lord knows I've bent too much. It's hard to keep my energy, when people spend too much. They treat my time like pocket change, then ask me why I'm short, Now a favor is a debt I never signed up for. When I'm asking for a hand, nobody answers when I call, When they need a ride at three, I'm supposed to drop it all. I'm on the edge of breaking, hear the shake inside my voice, Every time the phone lights up, it feels less like a choice. [VERSE 2] Two nights later, same old number buzzing by the sink, I stare at it in silence, give myself a chance to think. You leave four angry messages; the fifth one calls me fake, Like all the nights I showed up were erased by one mistake. By morning all our friends have heard I left you on your own, They didn't count the seven nights I got you safely home. I start to type "I'm sorry," like I always used to do, But that would mean another night of doing this for you. I set the phone face down and leave the car keys in their place, I drink my coffee standing up, with sunlight on my face. It still feels like betrayal when I leave your message read, But I make it through my shift without your voice inside my head. [FINAL CHORUS] I'm on the edge of breaking, Lord knows I've bent too much. It's hard to keep my energy, when people spend too much. They treat my time like pocket change, then ask me why I'm short, Now a favor is a debt I never signed up for. When I'm asking for a hand, nobody answers when I call, When they need a ride at three, I'm supposed to drop it all. I'm on the edge of breaking, hear the shake inside my voice, Every time the phone lights up, it feels less like a choice.
