I hate my job But I hate living Most of all Father time Has left me Once again My shifts get longer But my days Keep getting shorter (Ooh-ooh) I can't sleep I can't dream I can't sleep I can't dream When I'm living Week to week I can't sleep I can't dream When I'm thinking of What could have been I'm a school bus driver I'm an uber driver I'm a pizza driver All of my jobs Make me feel worse Peeking out from the inside The place from which I reside A small tear In the universe (Ooh-ooh) I can't sleep I can't dream I can't sleep I can't dream When I'm thinking of you I can't sleep I can't dream When I'm thinking of What could have been