Still We Let It Choke Us
by Piebald· from If It Werent For Venetian Blinds, It Would Be Curtains For Us All
It's not what you want / but you'll take what you get / why waste your time? looking sharp boy / hair is just right / tie is on tight for eight hours every day now / you cannot breathe / no time for yourself / what if your paperwork caught on fire? wasting away / blink of an age / tie is on tight, oh so tight, and it chokes you / days turn to weeks / weeks turn to months / months turn to years and you'll die so unhappy / well, life is a bitch /
and life is a beach / you've got the sun and the sand your
suit all within your reach / take off the tie / what a
sick day / we've gone to build castles in sand and go
swimming, it's time for our play / to the barricades / we'll
take them by storm / days fade to weeks, fade to months,
fade to years and there is not that much more.