[Verse 1] Up at six Tie too tight on my throat Coffee stain On a secondhand coat Print my name On another lined form Sign my life For the chance to conform [Pre-Chorus] Fluorescent rooms Plastic smiles Practiced lines They say "We'll call" Then they never find the time [Chorus] "Someone more qualified" Burns like acid in my brain Every "maybe next time" Drives me further down the drain Rent due Red ink Stacking higher every week How long's it gonna be Till somebody finally wants me [Verse 2] Hard chair squeaks While I sell my past Shake their hands Like it might be the last They nod They grin Say I almost fit the part Then that same old script Pulls the rug from my heart [Pre-Chorus] Same old words Different logo on the door "You're impressive But we're looking for just a little more" [Chorus] [Bridge] I'm counting coins At the counter Head down low Answering friends With a tired little joke [low vocal register] "Yeah Something's coming" But I don't believe that line Every ticking second Chews another piece of time [guitar solo] [Chorus]
