Career Day
Today's been a career day
Futures made and fortunes lost
As I'm standing in the lobby
Waiting for the elevator to take me away
Up to 9 or 10 or maybe 11
The sound of sirens fading as she whispers in my ear
She's saying
"It's too late to wish success,
So get undressed and please just come to bed.
'Cause I'm the last real thing you've got.
You're cursed by all ambitious thoughts.
Is that all you've got?"
As for you, you spin a story like a
Spider spins a web.
See that's a metaphor,
No wait, a simile.
I'm still learning but I think I'm getting better.
Oh, if I'm not tortured how are you ever going to relate.
I've been condemned by those I love
Wishing me the worst as I try my best.
But she's the last real thing I've got.
I'm cursed by all abitious thoughts.
Is that all you've got?
Love, close your eyes.
And cover your ears.
For the end is near,
But the beginning is here.
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
I'm gonna tie all the loose ends I once pulled
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
Preparing for faliure from what we've been told
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
With nothing to offer so nothings been sold
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
Forgive me and give me one more chance to fold
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
There's nothing to lose when there's nothing to hold
In with the outro,
And out with the old.
...We'll be together in the morning