I take the freeway. to avoid cops and stoplights
My job is one smoke and three jawbreaker songs away. arrive with coffee-stained breath
And a stack - unopened mail. that i add to the pile of paperwork
That is my desk
These letters will never see the light of day. discover my responsibilities for the week
Then i sit in my room and write these songs instead
Kinda like right now - i've got better things to do
Then there's you - you are so well dressed
But you're so depressed. your life is sickening to me
And have you ever had ideas original?
You've got a reference for all things
You are you're own biggest influence