Career Day

Today's been a career day

Futures made and fortunes lost

As I'm standing in the lobby

Waiting for the elevator to take me away

Up to 9 or 10 or maybe 11

The sound of sirens fading as she whispers in my ear

She's saying

"It's too late to wish success,

So get undressed and please just come to bed.

'Cause I'm the last real thing you've got.

You're cursed by all ambitious thoughts.

Is that all you've got?"



As for you, you spin a story like a

Spider spins a web.

See that's a metaphor,

No wait, a simile.

I'm still learning but I think I'm getting better.

Oh, if I'm not tortured how are you ever going to relate.

I've been condemned by those I love

Wishing me the worst as I try my best.

But she's the last real thing I've got.

I'm cursed by all abitious thoughts.



Is that all you've got?



Love, close your eyes.

And cover your ears.

For the end is near,

But the beginning is here.



In with the outro,

And out with the old.

In with the outro,

And out with the old.

In with the outro,

And out with the old.



I'm gonna tie all the loose ends I once pulled



In with the outro,

And out with the old.



Preparing for faliure from what we've been told



In with the outro,

And out with the old.



With nothing to offer so nothings been sold



In with the outro,

And out with the old.



Forgive me and give me one more chance to fold



In with the outro,

And out with the old.



There's nothing to lose when there's nothing to hold



In with the outro,

And out with the old.



...We'll be together in the morning