| Oh me oh my hearts just not in this
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| I felt a lagging beat since my career path shifted
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| I asked no one for the life I’m leading
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| It dragged me in both feet first
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| With my tie tied too tight and an ear pressed to the clock
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| I am counting down the seconds until my shift is up
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| Don’t mention how stale we feel or we will both grind to halt
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| We are living to work so enough’s enough
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| All I need is just a couple of hundred
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| It should keep me for a few weeks
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| I’m like a child to be asking
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| Oh me oh my balance is pitching
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| And as the panic swelled my chest, my head is splitting
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| I can control if I just keep breathing
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| I’ve been through this routine before
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| And if I can’t pay my rent then I’m completely dependant
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| I never thought that I would be so in line with convention
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| How dare I even think that I could be any exception
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| All I need is just a couple of hundred
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| It should keep me for a few weeks
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| I’m like a child to be asking
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| Worry fill my heart
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| All I need is just a couple of hundred
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| It should keep me for a few weeks
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| I’m like a child to be asking
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| I never thought that I would end up in a job like this
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| I’m an impulsive man so so so
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| Maybe tomorrow I’ll go ahead and quit |