It Happens

I'm looking for something with no moving parts
The squeaking of the chair is going to drive us apart and me up the wall
I'm looking for access to Adderall
A busy bee to pollenate my walls with road signs
And motivational posters meant to inspire one the will to live

I'm seeking supplemental income with no strings attached
No investment, no regrets, just some habits
I'm seeking a little luck in the hand that draws the food
I need to eat, to move, to chew, and chew profusely
Think, and do, and do, and do, and take, and give

I just got word we're not meant to be alive, this demoralized and tired
You want to think you always won't
Now I just got word I'm not going to survive this
Occupational hazard as the pilot says "this is my descent, it happens it was an accident"



Credits
Writer(s): Jon H
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