Can I get a ride from you
I can get you in through the back door
See, I've been around for a while now
But no one seems to notice anymore

Except for ten people
Ten people liked me tonight
That’s better than working
For some slob you hate

Let me buy a round for all of us
Says the poorest guy at the bar
I caught some overtime
So tonight is mine
Plus, I'm opening up for the headliner

Ten people liked me tonight
It’s better than working
For some slob you hate

And it’s in this space
My mind begins to race
And my thoughts start to lose form
I spent my whole life wanting to die
But I don’t want to die anymore

So let me raise a glass
For the brokenhearted
It ain’t over
Until you say it’s over

Ten people liked me tonight
It’s better than working
For some slob you hate

Time is what I'm after these days