These are the days alone with the dog
The world just don't need you
These are the words I convince myself

That I'm right, that I'm of use

This is the work that I'd love to have

But then I'm in no shape to choose
This is the phone that I watch all day
Always still as a trophied moose


Climb out of bed at 10
Go through the ads and chew through another pen


Everyone I meet has a previous appointment
Everything I need is a potential disappointment

Every day I try to hold on another day
Everyone, everything, and every day


We used to dream of the astronauts
Bouncing off a glowing moon
Now we don't want to talk about it

Or be defined by what we do

Before you leave that job

Go steal some pens and take a %#@! on the clock