[Verse 1] I love it, I loathe it, I’m stuck in the office, I ghost it Copying contracts, collapsing, I’d rather just coast, it’s Bleak and absurd, I’m a clerk with no words, just a drone in a suit "Could you please sign this page?"—nah, I’d prefer not to I mustn't speak, this desk is a coffin, I rent by the week The ink in my veins stains the floor when I sneak A windowless wall is my grandest view Whatever you ask me to do, I would prefer not to [Chorus] Ask me for a sentence and I’ll answer you with silence Hire me for diligence, I’ll vanish with defiance Bring me all your ledgers, and I’ll just doodle little feathers You think that I’m your clerk, but I’m allergic to endeavors [Verse 2] My internal monologue’s monotone analog Scratched like a record, no exit, no epilogue Kafka would laugh, Camus would shrug As I sit in the corner and sip on my mug Existential recess, oppressive fluorescent I ghost every question, it’s oddly incessant The rats in the wall keep chewing straight through "Would you please leave the building?"—nah, I’d prefer not to [Chorus] Ask me for a sentence and I’ll answer you with silence Hire me for diligence, I’ll vanish with defiance Bring me all your ledgers, and I’ll just doodle little feathers You think that I’m your clerk, but I’m allergic to endeavors [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] I wanna white-out my name with turpentine and cyanide Erase every letter, retreat into silence and hide I hate seeing you sighing in the breakroom I don’t know why it matters when the end is just a foregone doom Erroneous, monotonous, my posture’s gin-and-tonic-less Dirty clothes, I suppose we all decompose I’m a clerk, I’m a travesty, I starve heartily I’m holy in my apathy, I'm Bartleby [Chorus] Ask me for a sentence and I’ll answer you with silence Hire me for diligence, I’ll vanish with defiance Bring me all your ledgers, and I’ll just doodle little feathers You think that I’m your clerk, but I’m allergic to endeavors Ask me for a sentence and I’ll answer you with silence Hire me for diligence, I’ll vanish with defiance Bring me all your ledgers, and I’ll just doodle little feathers You think that I’m your clerk, but I’m allergic to endeavors [Outro] One last request— Nah. I would prefer not to.
