[Intro] Fuel receipts Grocery totals A declined card A closed account No— No, that can’t be right [Verse 1] Mileage in the left-hand column Every trip across the town Every tank bought just to get there While my own account went down Food between the long appointments Things the house had gone without Phone bill climbing through the hours While I worked the problems out Then the tire split one morning On the road between two needs Tow truck, patch kit, missed commitment Another week I couldn’t breathe I spent money just to show up Then spent more to make it home Now the papers on the carpet Show me why I own so little of my own [Chorus] What’s the fucking point of counting? What’s the fucking point of proof? I didn’t only work for nothing I paid to work for you Fuel and food Repairs and late fees Every hour I couldn’t sell I kept showing up to save you While I financed my own descent The work was for the greater good At whose expense? [Verse 2] Here’s the charge I thought was covered It was more than I had planned But the payment still went through somehow And pulled the floor out where I stood Then the overdraft fees found it Every day another blow Till the bank closed down the account I had nowhere left to go I remember feeling careless Like the failure must be mine Now I see how close to nothing I had lived for all that time Every hour inside this notebook Was an hour I couldn’t earn Every crisis that I carried Was a job I couldn’t return [Chorus] What’s the fucking point of counting? What’s the fucking point of proof? I didn’t only work for nothing I paid to work for you Broken tires Empty cupboards Interest on what I couldn’t clear I kept something else from sinking While the water rose in here The work was for the greater good At whose expense? [Verse 3] I knew you couldn’t pay me That was why I never asked How could I demand a number Knowing what you didn’t have? So I called the sacrifice compassion Called the poverty a phase Kept believing when things settled There might be something left someday But my own plans stayed folded Under everything you needed done Every tool I needed waiting Every project left unbegun The website, license, raw materials Equipment I could never buy My whole empire in a shopping cart Watching one more year go by I gave the hours meant to build it Spent the seed before it grew Kept repairing someone else’s world With every brick meant for mine too [Bridge] I am not angry that it mattered I am not angry that I cared I am angry that the greater good Could eat the person standing there In the gas tank In the groceries In the tire beside the road In the fees that killed my bank account In every dream I couldn’t grow If the work had to be done—fine But why did “had to” always mean I must spend the life I’m building To protect somebody else’s dream? If nobody pays the caretaker Then the caretaker pays With money Time And every future They no longer get to make [Final Chorus] What’s the fucking point of counting When the total is my life? Every paper in this garbage Is a piece I cannot buy back Yes, the work was for the greater good Yes, something did survive But do not call the outcome good If keeping it alive consumed the life I meant to build with mine You couldn’t pay I couldn’t leave The need was real So I paid everything [Outro] One last page A list of things I needed To begin Every price crossed out Every date moved forward “Maybe next month” “Maybe when this settles” I kept you from going under Then looked down My account was gone My vision was still boxed up And I was the one Below the line
