He hasn't arrived from work
I gathered up the courage and the patience runs out
I have arrived at the lowest
Today I will dust off my suit
Today he will not find me at home, it will not happen
I will not come back to be the good
If he thinks he will find me at home, it will not happen
And although he dies of shame
I will end his excuses and the cheap stories
That he found in the streets of false love
Today I'm going to do bad
I'm going to let my wings loose
And before my watch hits 6 I won't return
I'm going to let my hair down
I'm going to finish the game
Today I'm going to make it I who wears the pants
Today I'm going to make it I who wears the pants
The mirror fits him well
The suit serves me well
And the red on my lip
He will see me in your reflection
And although he dies of shame
If he thinks he will find me at home, it will not happen
I will not come back to be the good
If he thinks he will find me at home, it will not happen
And although he dies of shame
I will end his excuses and the cheap stories
That he found in the streets of false love
Today I'm going to do bad
I'm going to let my wings loose
And before my watch hits 6 I won't return
I'm going to let my hair down
I'm going to finish the game
Today I'm going to make it I who wears the pants
And if he asks for me
If he has something to say
That he knows I won't return until tomorrow
That now he waits like a dog in the window
That he feels like I do
Today I'm going to do bad
I'm going to let my wings loose
And before my watch hits 6 I won't return
I'm going to let my hair down
I'm going to finish the game
Today I'm going to make it I who wears the pants
Today I'm going to do bad
I'm going to let my wings loose
And before my watch hits 6 I won't return
I'm going to let my hair down
I'm going to finish the game
Today I'm going to make it I who wears the pants
I will be me
I will be me