[Verse 1]
The TV says Mother is hurtin
That the clock reads quarter to twelve
So I shop my face off at urban
Just trying to look a little more like myself
[Chorus 1]
What do you spend your money on?
I hope it’s something of value
What do you spend your money on?
[Verse 2]
The first time to your apartment
I was peeking in between my fingers
Oh the things I hoped we had in common
Wishful thinker
[Chorus 2]