Buy It Back Next Year

Wind it up at midnight, hear 'em counting out the days.
Tell myself it's temporary, tell myself it's fine.
Leave the lights on, dad, I'll make it mine.
Dad, I'll make it mine.
She saw the pale spot on my wrist, asked me what it was.
I told her it's a scratch and changed the subject fast.
Every morning my hand reaches for the weight it used to carry.
Then I check the bank app, then I check it again,
Then I worry.
I'll get it back, I swear it, when the new songs pay.