Forty minutes ago I was screamin' into a pillow, like a psycho 'Cause you just decided to walk out of my life, I would've made a good wife Said I was fine, but I was lyin' 'cause I don't have the time to Do all the cryin' I'm gonna have to do And now I'm sittin' in the parking lot of this shitty ass restaurant 'Cause I can't lose my job today too And you can't call in sad to work So I gotta be nice to people knowing you're with her For eight straight hours Smilin' and noddin' and sayin' "Yes Sir" Yeah the breakup hurts But do you know what's worse? You can't call in sad to work I woulda called my mom, she woulda said "Come home", and I would've My friends would pour me tequila, sayin' "Cheers to your freedom, you don't need him" I would text the guy I broke up before ya He made me feel the way I used to feel before ya But it's Monday morning and I'm still in mournin' And I feel like I'd rather die, tell me why You can't call in sad to work So I gotta be nice to people knowing you're with her For eight straight hours Smilin' and noddin' and sayin' "Yes Sir" Yeah the breakup hurts But do you know what's worse? You can't call in sad to work So when you're askin' your waitress why you're still waitin' on fries Be nice 'Cause she can't call in sad to work She's gotta be nice to people while her ex is a jerk For eight straight hours Smilin' and noddin' and sayin' "Yes Sir" Yeah the breakup hurts But do you know what's worse? You can't call in sad No you can't call in sad You can't call in sad to work