Every day you dream of better, something better, something more
Be a real go-getter. What you’re working for
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter if you’re going full bore
Ignore the traffic clatter. Don’t you dream of better, dream of better?
Get away. You dream of leaving, dream of leaving,
dream of more. Spend your days deceiving everybody.
At your core you still believe you’re the exception,
you’ll make it somehow.
It’s a grind. What do you think you’re gonna find?
The self and the plans you left behind?
Some treasure map, alluring, undefined?
Or else your mind? That’s been gone a while.
It’s a crutch. And no one’s going to notice much
if you’re dying from a lack of touch.
It’s such a quiet way to go. Don’t clutch your pearls,
the world won’t care.
It’s a climb. You live your life out of time.
Windowless and airless, chasing paradigms.
You killed the woman, covered up the crime,
and that was so long ago.