Still In The Trash

I ain't my fucking account,
I am not my wage packet
I ain't neither the high-up
In a company I don't give a fuck
I ain't a suit, a degree,
I ain't the New Year's eve at sun
I ain't what you've become
'cause I've much more to say
I'm the hole on an elbow
I'm the low fuel light
I am the same foul bar
Each every fucking night
I am your middle finger
I am the chipped corner
I am the spilled coffee
I am the tie I'll never wear
And listen my words 'cause tomorrow I'll be the same
I was the first to leave and I'll be the last one back again
And listen to my words, tomorrow they will be the same
If I could start again, I would walk the same wrong way
I am the broken shoes
I am your dog with a black eyes
I am the empty bottle
I am the six-pack cans
I ain't a five stars hotel
I am a sleeping bag
I ain't what you've become
'cause I've much more to learn
And listen my words 'cause tomorrow I'll be the same
I was the first to leave and I'll be the last one back again
And listen to my words, tomorrow they will be the same
If I could start again, I would walk the same wrong way