I say the word work
So much its getting all my closest friends down
Nobody really gets what I've been rambling about
Reconstruct the look but at the core what is changed
When I close my eyes the bugs are still in my brain? the five, take the seven to the relative source
Tv dinners on the counter, stacked cassettes and closed doors
There's morals and there's stories and there's work to get done by the door
Keep in step
Helps you forget
What you know
Helps you to dilute
The earliest dreams
As if that hoops the only way to go? the five, sharpen knives, use your big boy voice
Tv dinners on the counter are a hasty choice
The moral of the story is you're lucky if you find your own voice