Lyrics
The face in this mirror
looks tired and fat and grey.
I feel sorry for the owner
in a well-that’s-not-me sort of way.
I move through my morning
thunder and storming.
Under crashing clouds of denial
I’m soaked with the truth for a while.
I hate the money
that bought this house.
I hate my office.
I just want out.
I hate the comfort.
It makes me numb.
I hate the person
that I’ve become.
I know it’s wrong, wrong, wrong
to think financially.
But I can’t control the fear
that’s taken hold of me.
We need our air conditioning.
We need our 4K programming.
The risk of change is way too high.
I really just can’t disrupt our lives, but…
I hate the money
that bought this house.
I hate my office.
I just want out.
I hate the comfort.
It makes me numb.
I hate the person
that I’ve become.
And the worst part is “they” say I’m doing it right.
I’m a living example - all shiny and bright.
I’m that upper middle class with the car and the toys
but tonight I’d give it back for some lust, sweat and noise.
I hate the money
that bought this house.
I hate my office.
I just want out.
I hate the comfort.
It makes me numb.
I hate the person
that I’ve become.