Climbing Uphill lyrics - Anna Kendrick

 (from "The Last Five Years" soundtrack)

When you come home to me

I'll wear a sweeter smile

And hope that, for a while, you'll...

Okay, thank you

Thank you so much

I'm climbing uphill, Jamie

Climbing uphill

I'm up every morning at six

And standing in line

With two hundred girls

Who are younger and thinner than me

Who have already been to the gym

I'm waiting five hours in line

And watching the girls

Just coming and going

In dresses that look just like this

Till my number is finally called

When I walk in the room

There's a table of men

Always men - usually gay

Who've been sitting like I have

And listening all day

To two hundred girls

Belting as high as they can!

I am a good person

I'm an attractive person

I am a talented person

Grant me Grace!

When you come home...

I should have told them I was sick last week

They're gonna think this is the way I sing

Why is the pianist playing so loud?

Should I sing louder?

I'll sing louder

Maybe I should stop and start over

I'm gonna stop and start over

Why is the director staring at his crotch?

Why is that man staring at my resume?

Don't stare at my resume

I made up half of my resume

Look at me

Stop looking at that, look at me

No, not at my shoes

Don't look at my shoes

I hate these stupid shoes

Why did I pick these shoes?

Why did I pick this song?

Why did I pick this career?

Why does this pianist hate me?

If I don't get a callback

I can go to Crate and Barrel with mom and buy a couch

Not that I want to spend a day with mom

But Jamie needs space to write

Since I'm obviously such a horrible, annoying distraction to him

What's he gonna be like when we have kids?

And once again...

Why am I working so hard?

These are the people who cast Russell Crowe in a musical

Jesus Christ, I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck

When finally you come home to...

Okay, thank you

Thank you so much

I will not be the girl stuck at home in the 'burbs

With the baby, the dog, and the garden of herbs

I will not be the girl in the sensible shoes

Pushing burgers and beer nuts and missing the clues

I will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels

To be trotting along at the genius's heels

I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by

And I...

When you come home to me

I'll wear a sweeter smile...