i love my job
i love my job
i love my job i love my job i love my job i love my job i love my jobreally, i do.
but today i have decided i want to quit to be a prostitute.
i feel it would be a lot easier and much more honest.
either way i'm getting fucked for someone else's paycheck
i do all the work
and all i get is chump change.
some days just aren't worth coming in to work and today is one of them.
then i learn my daughter is in watauga and won't be home tonight
and i cancel dinner with my parents to go home alone and aching and near tears.
i want to hide.
i want loud music.
i want to forget
i want not to think.
i am just a worthless liar.
i am just an imbecile.
i will only complicate you.
trust in me and fall as well.
i will find a center in you.
i will chew it up and leave,
i will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me.
i want what i want. i want what i want. i want what i want. i want what i want.
thank you, maynard