House fight

I want you gone, and I will not regret.
I’ll be alone and I will be alright here.
No matter what you thought or what you said,
I can’t live with a man, that can’t provide me.

I wake up early, go to work at five,
At two o’clock I rush to work at Chilies.
And I can’t stand this overworking life
So when we’re done I will have no hard feelings.

What do you do? Wake up at 2 p m,
Turn on computer on your evening morning.
And all day long you play another game,
But there’s a lot more to this crazy story.

You promised me that you will find a job.
Until that time I’m working for two people.
And every day the more and more I hope,
And every day it gets a lot less simple.

Sometimes you pass the stage and get the job,
But when you pass, you always get too picky.
You could just take the job at flower shop,
But you refuse and wait for something bigger.

When I come home I clean these dirty dishes,
I vacuum all the rooms and wipe the floor.
You promised once to grant my biggest wishes,
But now you are just lying all day long.

When I come home from work and I’m exhausted,
You make me also clean the fucking house.
I got so fucking tired, that I’ve lost it
You aren’t my master, but you are my spouse.

I tried supporting all your bad decisions,
And now I have some things I’d like to say
All your decisions're based on superstitions
And in the end I am the one to pay.