Verse 1 five day crawl through a two week check boss on my back rent on my neck bills dont blink they just stare me down so i punch that clock and head for town same dive spot same burnt fries same broke friends with bloodshot eyes we talk big plans we never chase still end up same spot same place Pre Chorus no saints here just the overworked trying to laugh hard before the mondays hurts pour that cheap hope till it spills again we aint fine but we just pretend Chorus were clocked out lights low let the real world lose control just a little numb just a little free this buzz feels better than therapy were clocked out broke and loud friday night makes the small feel proud tomorrows miles away somehow yeah were fine were clocked out Verse 2 corner booth talking someday soon but the jukebox kills that tune we dance like rent aint due on tues fake rich in dirty shoes ash and perfume fill the air we all forget why we care its ugly loud and half insane but peace dont come without the strain Pre Chorus we work all week just to buy this time one good night for the overtime truth gets lost when the bassline hits but its the only break that fits Chorus were clocked out lights low let the real world lose control just a little numb just a little free this buzz feels better than therapy were clocked out broke and loud friday night makes the small feel proud tomorrows miles away somehow yeah were fine were clocked out no heroes no plans just spilled drinks and shaky hands we laugh too hard we sing off key but its the best well ever be were clocked out lights low let the week die nice and slow just a little numb just a little free this buzz feels better than therapy were clocked out broke and loud friday night makes the small feel proud well pay the price well crash somehow but tonight were clocked out Outro yeah well hate it all come monday but for now the world can wait
