8 to 5

I sit and I write I can't type but I might
Meet you at the watering trough
A quick glance and I see her heal pass
Through my bosses door

The eight to fives seem to take a lifetime so I'll arrive at 8:35
Ten to nine and it's cigarette time
And outside I smile in the cold

Moving slower
Apathy knocks me over
Moving slower

Just me and Kathy Sue we're the terrible two conversationalists
So she clicks on her keys and my pencil squeaks
Until she's up from a call on her phone
A bristled grin and I'm ugly again

Moving slower
Apathy knocks me over
Moving slower

Moving slower
Apathy knocks me over
Moving slower
Apathy takes me over

She's the picture of complacency
Her fingernails fire engine red
I turn with a wink and a sniff of the nose
As she waves goodbye
Thanks for the good times
Thanks for the good times
Thanks for the good times



Credits
Writer(s): Max Carlson
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