Bag of Brains - Nine to Five

Working all week
The pay checks not worth it
I buried my life
Then tried to unearth it
I hope it’s okay
I hope that it’s perfect
One day we’ll wake up and there’ll be no more hurting, no
Draining myself just to try to survive
Hanging myself with a suit and my tie
Wishing that I could be only with you
When all this is fiction and you are the truth
I guess that We have come down
I guess I’m standing on the ground
Of prophets and of poets too afraid to make a sound
And restless stoners roaming in a field of the unknown
Troubled by the picture painted pretty on the stone
My eyes are cloudy my head is a mess
My life has problems yet to be addressed
I’m not addicted no I’m just stressed
Come nightfall let’s prank call my loneliness
Draining myself just to try to survive
Hanging myself with a suit and my tie
Wishing that I could be only with you
When all this is bullshit and you are the truth
Draining myself just to try to survive
Hanging myself with a suit and my tie
Wishing that I could be only with you
When all this is bullshit and you are the truth
You are the truth

Written by:
Cameron Marion

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