Alarm on glow Same mug Same coat Clock-in code Face in a barcode Break-room jokes Laugh till the soda chokes Dreams on hold Under fluorescent cold But my heartbeat Keeps hitting overtime Every small thought Keeps drawing that crooked line From this desk To some headline I can feel it in my chest Like a deadline I don’t want your full time On a life that’s half alive I’m done staying on the sideline While my days just drive on by I don’t need your punch card To tell me what is mine I’m clocking in for my heart I’m doing this dream Full time (full time) I’m doing this dream Full time Cold blue screen Numbers like a slow drip Paycheck clean Soul on a paper clip Boss says “kid” “Call it just a stepping stone” I nod I grin But I’m already gone Cause my heartbeat Keeps hitting overtime Every late night I’m drawing that crooked line From this chair To a skyline I can hear it in my head Like a tagline I don’t want your full time On a life that’s half alive I’m done staying on the sideline While my days just drive on by I don’t need your punch card To tell me what is mine I’m clocking in for my heart I’m doing this dream Full time (oh yeah) I’m doing this dream Full time Hands ink-stained From the plans I hide Names I’ll sign On the other side Take this fear Turn it into fuel One last shift Then I leave this room I don’t want your full time On a life that’s half alive I’m done staying on the sideline While my days just drive on by I don’t need your punch card To tell me what is mine I’m clocking in for my heart I’m doing this dream Full time (full time) Yeah I’m doing this dream Full time
