Certain things about cubicle habitation magnify the unparallels in our relationships.
"so, hey what's up? i'm (a) cancer."
and i'm proactive, desert style--- i will not drink for forty miles – a labor born of need: a cesarean success. self-inflicted or not, i find myself on the farthest star, foreign to everything like i woke up with a german tongue. find yourself another backbone! you make me talk like a disgruntled housewife! consider this song jello on your chess board! what follows is a "subjective" study of objection to the relations i can't relate to:
My 8:30 wake up call is a nailgun and a table saw
i tiptoe through the sawdust
a gamble with no tetanus
and all my walls are undressed, not unlike a jail cell
just more potential
"good morning sun, good morning cold floor!"
a shower in the tower with no soap and no razor
run an office in a construction zone---drilling, lies, and a tireless telephone
and at 1am when i finally take my inventory i'm confronted by the glaring contradictions of my story:
i've never been so in debt
i've never worked so hard
i've never been so in love
i've never been so scarred
and if i wake up one day and find that we don't mix, don't be surprised if i move on and turn a prefix to a suffix.
8:30 wake up call / 11:30 fall out of my magnetic bed
nailgun and a table saw / saw myself in the ceiling mirror
tiptoe through the sawdust / still dusted from last night
a gamble with no tetanus / shot myself one of these *wink*
all my walls are undressed / dressed up in shiny pants
not unlike a jail cell / i sell myself with every glance
just more potential / potentially advancing my career with every tanning salon i'm steppin' into
good morning sun / good morning smog / good morning cold floor / good morning cigarette
a shower in the tower with no soap and no razor / inspecting my reflection on the hood of my corvette
walk the boy / sunglasses up / cook potatoes / top is down / start computer / pager's on / make a table / i'm la bound
run an office in a construction zone / call the office from the car phone / drilling, lies, and a tireless telephone / let the world know that the man has left home
and at 1am when i finally take my inventory / and at 12 noon when i take my first break / i'm confronted by the glaring contradictions of my story / i'm confronted at the crossroads--- take the lobster or the steak?
I've never been so in debt / to me
i've never worked so hard / for me
i've never been so in love / with me
i've never been so scarred / by me
and if i wake up one day and find that we don't mix, don't be surprised if i move on and turn a prefix to a suffix
7:30 woke up from a sparkling premonition: i saw great things for this band, and by "great" i mean "money."
i saw us selling alot of studded girls t-shirts
i saw myself making more money off of you than you.
all my walls are covered with legitimizing autographs
not unlike the walls of a very temporary record label staff
good morning sun / good morning toupeheeeeeeeeeeeeeey cold sore
everything is seasonal within my closet doors
walk the boy / jog a mile / cook potatoes / get a bagel / start computer / a rolling stone / make a table / and a bubble bath
we got big things are on the horizon,
and by "big" you mean "small."
i have the most proficient engine,
yeah, but all you do is stall.
so at 4:30 when i have yet to make some calls, i cut out of work early to make it down to big n’ tall
i've never been so in style
you’ve never been so out of touch
you’ve never been involved so little
you’ve never assumed so much.
You don't have to lie to me.
we're not on the same page.
stay out of my way, and you'll still get paid.
You are sailors on a train ride making sales/sails blind
you are stuntmen in your trailer saving your hides
don't you take me out of real work and into your fake industry. rawr
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