wadejunkie
07/05/03, 05:16 AM
i leave at 6 am to work as hard as i can
my life is the same seven days a week
and at the office i hurt my hands again
it cant be good for my eyes when i rarely blink
i leave at 9 in the evening, when im the last one there
i shut off screens and i lock some doors
tomorrows gonna be different, i swear to myself
extend my legs and ill ask for more
when im at home, my son doesnt care
he's not okay with the ways ive raised him
i lie down on my bed ill grab a book
and ill dream of less trees and some inspiration
50 years and a family, a home, and a car
im down on cheer so come gas me up
ive got three letters, i work too hard
what will i be when my lifes done
its 5 am when my wife wakes up
which means its time for the war on the news
and the political views and commentary from anchors
who've all had enough
ill bake some waffles for him, some eggs for her
and ill eat whatevers left on their plates that looks good
theyll shuffle out to her job and his school
remind them both to be careful like any dad should
from here ill lie on the injured from times
when i could enjoy whats next in my life
i wish i still had a job, i never had a career
it might be too late but it might still be here
50 years and no job, ive got a family
to take care of with no room for risk
i play with numbers for money. it doesnt account for much
what will i be when my lifes done
im up at 6 and a thirty, so i stumble through clothes
i turn the light on and stare myself out of the room
i grab some breakfast and rented books
strapped to my back take a look at the news
at school ive got a few friends, whove got a few secret lives
i usually sit in the back and make jokes
people may or may not laugh but the sound
from a girl gives me chills. im finally tired of being alone
i still look like a kid, with my hair in my eyes
im still driving on two wheels
ive stopped expressing since a bad situation
its hard to know exactly how i feel
16 years and no one knows me
or my forgettable lines
im usually home just tryin to have fun
what will i be when my lifes done
(incomplete)
my life is the same seven days a week
and at the office i hurt my hands again
it cant be good for my eyes when i rarely blink
i leave at 9 in the evening, when im the last one there
i shut off screens and i lock some doors
tomorrows gonna be different, i swear to myself
extend my legs and ill ask for more
when im at home, my son doesnt care
he's not okay with the ways ive raised him
i lie down on my bed ill grab a book
and ill dream of less trees and some inspiration
50 years and a family, a home, and a car
im down on cheer so come gas me up
ive got three letters, i work too hard
what will i be when my lifes done
its 5 am when my wife wakes up
which means its time for the war on the news
and the political views and commentary from anchors
who've all had enough
ill bake some waffles for him, some eggs for her
and ill eat whatevers left on their plates that looks good
theyll shuffle out to her job and his school
remind them both to be careful like any dad should
from here ill lie on the injured from times
when i could enjoy whats next in my life
i wish i still had a job, i never had a career
it might be too late but it might still be here
50 years and no job, ive got a family
to take care of with no room for risk
i play with numbers for money. it doesnt account for much
what will i be when my lifes done
im up at 6 and a thirty, so i stumble through clothes
i turn the light on and stare myself out of the room
i grab some breakfast and rented books
strapped to my back take a look at the news
at school ive got a few friends, whove got a few secret lives
i usually sit in the back and make jokes
people may or may not laugh but the sound
from a girl gives me chills. im finally tired of being alone
i still look like a kid, with my hair in my eyes
im still driving on two wheels
ive stopped expressing since a bad situation
its hard to know exactly how i feel
16 years and no one knows me
or my forgettable lines
im usually home just tryin to have fun
what will i be when my lifes done
(incomplete)