[Verse 1] You wake up round noon Call that “such a long day” Scrolling in your robe Like that screen is your café Fresh coffee I brewed You say “Wow I’m exhausted” Your calendar is clean Yet somehow you feel swamped Yeah [Chorus] My sister’s soft hands never worked a day in their life Not a callus Not a splinter Not a dish Not a knife But she’ll tell you she’s “so busy” like she’s barely alive My sister’s soft hands never worked a day in their life [Verse 2] You got big plans “Gonna start that thing Monday” Then Tuesday slides by And you rest from a long break You’re “manifesting” From the couch in your blanket You say the word “burnout” Like you earned the right to claim it [Chorus] [Bridge] Still I brag on you At every family dinner You’re our comic relief Our full-time dreamer [low vocal register] And when I fall apart You show up in a minute You don’t lift the boxes But you sit there with me in it [Chorus]
