Not What You Paid For

So wasted, he's throwing up on the grass I spent all I earned this week And I'm tryna make it last Missed the last train It's four o'clock again The cab driver quoted eighty bucks So he began to walk Oh, oh, this is not what you paid for Spilling drinks on the table Getting fucked up and kicked out Lift my blinds Another wasted day Sleeping off the hunger pains Saying you're okay Oh, oh, this is not what you paid for Spilling drinks on the table Getting fucked up and kicked out Even in a blacked out bar Well, I can't really forgive myself If I don't know what I'm sorry about My friends keep overcompensating for Not knowing if there's a fucking point anymore You caught me at a bad time But to be honest, there hasn't been a good one for a while Could you do me a favor? Don't tell anyone what you saw here The dull throbbing of a reckless summer Fucking get me out of here The quick flicker of a smile That I've never seen before in your eyes Oh, oh, this is not what you paid for Spilling drinks on the table Getting fucked up and kicked out Even in a blacked out bar Well, I can't really forgive myself If I don't know what I'm sorry about My friends keep overcompensating for Not knowing if there's a fucking point anymore --- Not What You Paid For - Spacey Jane