| On the bus on her way home
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| Her heart beats like a metronome
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| It doesn’t speed up or slow down
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| But it gets weaker with each pound
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| And mine beats much in the same wa
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| When I’ve been sleepwalking all day
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| After spending the night tossing and turning with the light still on
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| She said she’s never felt so low
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| And can’t go on just getting paid
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| For taking shit from wannabe teachers
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| That just couldn’t get the grades
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| And carving out an existence
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| Instead of a living don’t make sense
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| And I can that look in her eyes
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| She wants to sever ties and walk the other way
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| Because she knows that if she stays
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| That she’ll be filed away
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| Just like the rest of us
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| We’re all paperwork in folders that don’t like to make a fuss
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| And confuse never taking risks at all
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| As being completely comfortable
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| And don’t mind sacrificing all our dreams
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| For so much less than we ever thought that we would
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| And dwell on corrections we’d make if only we could
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| And then take out loans to pay for our own headstones
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| When we could use the time we spend focusing on the end
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| To fix the part that’s in between
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| But I know tomorrow is fucking useless when you can’t get through today
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| It’s hard to get your point across when you’ve ran out of things to say
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| And in the off chance you think of something
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| The words just don’t come out
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| And I know last year was dire and this year might be the same
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| But remember you’re not just a number, you’re not just a name
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| You’re not disposable, and above all you know
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| It shouldn’t feel this right to be broke and alone
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| And you know that someday soon we’ll find a place to call home
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| And even though she looks like she’s in despair every day
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| She doesn’t have to be filed away, and nor do we |