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I was driving alone to my shitty office job The radio's loud to drown out the sound The city is cold and the trees start to move I'd ask them why but I already know why they do It's one of those days again Nothing to hold in my hands but a pen Signing off my life like a contract to the devil The more I think about, the more I start to dwell On the bad things in life But I already know if I never try them Then I'll stay here in this hell My position here is vital But this is just a working title Twenty fucking years of my life have been wasted Sitting in a cube seeing the same faces The coffee here is shit, I just wanna take a hit Just so I can go to paradise And I try and I try Try to break free And I try and I try Try to escape it And I try and I try Try to break free Try and I try I can't fucking escape it Wanna run away from All this bullshit Itching in my brain It's not worth it Multiple migraines And hangovers Just get on with it Run me over Crunching the numbers and writing down dates My life is a circle, like a figure eight Filling the ink, there's no time to think I just wanna take this stapler to your goddamn head And I try and I try Try to break free And I try and I try Try to escape it And I try and I try Try to break free Try and I try I can't fucking escape it Wanna run away from All this bullshit Itching in my brain It's not worth it Multiple migraines And hangovers Just get on with it Run me over I was driving home from my office job The radio's loud to drown out the sound The city is cold and the trees start to move I'd ask them why but I already know why they do I'm glad that the day is done Nothing to hold in my hands but a gun Signing off my life like a contract to the devil The more I think about, the more I start to dwell On the bad things in life But I already know if I never try them Then I'll stay here in this hell My position there was vital But this is just a working title