First World Kids With First World Problems - Valley
Rain drops scatter through the morning airPeppering my hair strewn about by wind
The silver paint on my car melts into the fog
Designating grey as the color of the day
I breathe in, I breathe out and unlock the door
Obligations on my mind, these everyday life chores
Pile on incessantly, it seems there's no end
Contemplate my dismal fate while I drive to work again, again, again
I wish I had just stayed in bed
Insulated from the things I dread
Getting sleep that I don't need
Neglecting my responsibilities
Cruising faster than I probably should
Couple minutes late, I blame the traffic moving slow
Even though I know I hit the snooze a couple times
External factors are a bastard and a great scapegoat
Tedium, delirium, they go hand in hand
Every day it's all the same, repetitive and bland
I feel binded, blinded by the walls of routine
This valley is where I am damned to be, I'm stuck in between things I can't see
How the hell do I escape
Going through these escapades
Wondering why all the time
I guess it's just because
Written by:
Mike Shoolbraid
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