Strapped into the dent of a desk Sick of all the pressure invested in pretense I shuffle out to the deck Where all the smokers sound off One witness sighs in distress Her sour face reflected in metal Pulling from a pocket I up and ask And as she passes that flask A sour face for all the Sorrow replaced with alcohol Everybody's working for the weak And only when I sleep Can I feel stronger I don't care what you think Cause I won't wait here to much longer The two of us at two fifteen The two of us in love With whiskey Then in that moment we realize Shivering in the cold We've sold our souls And don't even smoke Everybodys working for the weak And only when I dream can I feel stronger I don't care what you think Cause I won't wait here Too much longer Stop what you're doing now What are you doing now While everybody's working for the weak You'll still be asleep Knowing you got out And don't care what they think About those dreams you carry around Everybody's working for the weak I don't care what you think Cause I won't wait here Too much longer Longer Longer Longer