[Verse 1] You hand me the mess at quarter to nine I sort every wire, make the numbers align By lunch, all the fires are out of the room You call it a gift; I call it the usual [Pre-Chorus] One more fix, one more name One more door with my key in the frame I make it look easy, I make it look clean Then they ask what I can do next week [Chorus] I’m too good at the job, now the job owns me Every loose end tied, every lock has a key You keep moving the line, I keep crossing it clean I’m too good at the job—and it’s eating my sleep [Verse 2] I know which machine starts coughing at four Which client says “urgent” then calls back no more I carry the map and the spare set of plans They say, “You’re a lifesaver,” and add to my hands [Pre-Chorus] One more fix, one more name One more door with my key in the frame I make it look easy, I make it look clean Then they ask what I can do next week [Chorus] I’m too good at the job, now the job owns me Every loose end tied, every lock has a key You keep moving the line, I keep crossing it clean I’m too good at the job—and it’s eating my sleep [Bridge] If I let one thing fall, would the whole room learn? If I say “not today,” would the tables still turn? I’m not made of spare parts, I’m not on call forever You can keep your gold star—I’m leaving it there [Final Chorus] I’m too good at the job, but the job doesn’t own me Every loose end tied, now I’m letting one be You keep moving the line; I can choose where I stand I’m too good at the job—now I’m taking back my hands [Outro] Taking back my hands Taking back my hands
