I always put poetry but when I’m writing these I feel like its rap.
Its the nine to five pace of my boring ass job
Its the 40 bucks I make for six hours that leaves me feelin robbed
Its the snide look they give me, oh I’m just a waitress.
But its the smartass thoughts like And you’re someone of greatness?
Its misunderstanding that’s why we can’t get along
Your rude attitude that clouds my sense of right and wrong
I’d love to love you, I promise I really would
But you are such a horrible person I don’t think I ever could
I don’t ask much, more coffee, more time, more water?
But as I walk away I see that look you give your daughter
Don’t end up like her, don’t catch yourself waitin tables
Man I’m young enough and this ain’t the only thing I’m capable
Of being big, something worth talking about
My life isn’t about you and the here and now
So get off your high horse, save your breath and learn to listen
Cause when you’re so busy judging me you don’t get to the know the girl you’re missin
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