Summer hits hard 
When you’re on your feet all day 

Customers, patrons, friends 
Seem like 
So many hostile invaders after awhile

And she has eight more weeks of this
Before she goes back to school 

And she can’t remember 
Why she took this job 
Why she’s even going to school 
Or why being around people 
Tires her out like this  

She’d love a glass of wine, 
But that will have to wait 

For payday