Before I slipped and split my brow
My train collided with a cow
People say you should live in the here and now
But if it ends that fast, I'm not sure how
And while I'm staggered by the first throw
Luck tends to swing around for another fresh blow
I'm spent for tears but I got a few hits
While I was lying in this
Ditch!
I don't get paid enough for this
The late nights and rushed commits
I lost all my friends to work the business
Final thoughts are attractive, but the fact is
You can't make somebody suffer if they're gone
My boss thought that I was just a cretin
Out of sympathy, I let him
So depressing, so depressing
But they say you can't complain
When you've got a fine job and a respectable name
But in the mirror you still feel a pang of shame
Just stay in line and keep the queue
Stiff upper lip as the years waste away for you
This time
I'm standing at the front of the firing line
I'm fine
The exit hole in the back of my head won't change my mind
If you've got a better plan, then I'm all ears
You can't die if you've been dead for years
Final thoughts are attractive, but the fact is
You can't make somebody suffer if they're gone
My boss thought that I was just a cretin
Out of sympathy, I let him
So depressing (It was so depressing)
I could never tell my parents that I was leaning to nothingness
Tried to turn it into something productive
Hey
It's not unusual to fantasize about the apocalypse
All the times you called me lazy
Ironically picking daisies
Raise a toast
Clap your hands, and cheer to being
Anywhere but here
This time
I'm standing at the front of the firing line
I'm fine
The exit hole in the back of my head won't change my mind
If you've got a better plan, then I'm all ears
You can't die if you've been dead for years
Wasting precious time commuting for hours
Feels like I will never make it back home
I'm spending all my hard-earned cash on crowded trains
Stripped of my wealth just to play out the longest game
If you don't make back what you put in
It's time to cast the line back out again
This time
I'm standing at the front of the firing line
I'm fine
The exit hole in the back of my head won't change my mind
If you've got a better plan, then I'm all ears
You can't die if you've been dead for years
I don't get paid enough for this
The late nights
Dumb fights, and rushed commits
I lost all my friends to work the business
So I think it's time for a paradigm shift
You've been dead for years!
Oh!