Ruths Filing Cabinet

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ruth got a drawer full of tabs Forty-seven open tabs One for taxes, one for cats One for “how to start” and “later, maybe, perhaps” She said, “I’ll do it after lunch” After lunch became next month The printer jammed, the folder’s cursed Her “YOUR ASS” was fear in khakis and a comfort first [Pre-Chorus] It was “I’m too old” It was “not yet” It was “I need the perfect plan And a better desk” [Chorus] That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Keeps you stuck in the same old class That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Is the junk drawer under your glass Procrastination, fear, and doubt Dead-end jobs you can’t climb out That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Keeps you stuck in the same old class [Verse 2] Carlos drove to the DMV Three forms short and one is signed in pencil He said, “I’ll learn it all tonight” Then he doom-scrolled till his eyes went square and disheveled The bill pile leaned like a drunk His tools still in the lunchroom trunk He kept saying, “I’m gonna start” But “YOUR ASS” was debt and scrolling and a scared old heart [Pre-Chorus] It was “I’ll do it manual” “It’s just one more” Then the whole week disappeared By the back door [Chorus] That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Keeps you stuck in the same old class That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Is the junk drawer under your glass Procrastination, fear, and doubt Dead-end jobs you can’t climb out That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Keeps you stuck in the same old class [Bridge] Marta had a spreadsheet grave Three hundred rows and one brave save She trained the dog, paid the rent Then begged the universe for “one free event” But time don’t wait on “someday soon” It’ll rob your week and empty the room So if your life’s a stuck machine Stop feeding habits that make you mean [Final Chorus] That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Keeps you stuck in the same old class That YOUR ASS, that YOUR ASS Is the junk drawer under your glass Replace the fear, replace the doubt Replace the grind that wears you out Don’t replace yourself. Replace YOUR ASS with AI. Book your setup