She gets off work the other side of evening
She counts her tips and tells me that she's leaving
I scrape the plastic plates and dry the glasses
My apron is a testament to madness
Years of washing dishes and she's gone
Her boyfriend brags how many times he's had her
The busboys and line cooks crack with laughter
And I pretend I don't know what they're saying
And they pretend our fate is not the same thing
Years of washing dishes and we're gone
She counts her tips and tells me that she's leaving
I scrape the plastic plates and dry the glasses
My apron is a testament to madness
Years of washing dishes and she's gone
Her boyfriend brags how many times he's had her
The busboys and line cooks crack with laughter
And I pretend I don't know what they're saying
And they pretend our fate is not the same thing
Years of washing dishes and we're gone