New Days
It's 6AM
The sun creeps in
Bouncing off our faces
Wrinkles deep in skin
Crinkled notes
Lips are thin
Tongues dry and white
The birds start chirping
Melting in the couch
I cannot bring
Myself to accept
Another 5 day week
A morning stroll
A second wind
It's in these moments
I can find
Peace
New days, digging up new ways to get ourselves
Frassed
Drink spills, cutting them big deals is what I'm working for
I got nice ideas
About nicer things
At least nicer than
The shit he's selling me
It cuts both ways
I cannot win
Got to get that bread
And cash my earnings
80%
Of my life spent
Boxed away
In this flash building
So I can spend
My weekends and
25 days a year
Trying to find
Peace
New days, digging up new ways to get ourselves
Frassed
Drink spills, cutting them big deals is what I'm working for
We can splash on a house, make it a centrepiece
We can try and save face, laugh with our enemies
No status or pay earns my respect you see
No more time for dead laughs or time here to appease
Looking back at this daze, you think we'll clock a thing?
I guess that we're all just stuck here trying to find
The sun creeps in
Bouncing off our faces
Wrinkles deep in skin
Crinkled notes
Lips are thin
Tongues dry and white
The birds start chirping
Melting in the couch
I cannot bring
Myself to accept
Another 5 day week
A morning stroll
A second wind
It's in these moments
I can find
Peace
New days, digging up new ways to get ourselves
Frassed
Drink spills, cutting them big deals is what I'm working for
I got nice ideas
About nicer things
At least nicer than
The shit he's selling me
It cuts both ways
I cannot win
Got to get that bread
And cash my earnings
80%
Of my life spent
Boxed away
In this flash building
So I can spend
My weekends and
25 days a year
Trying to find
Peace
New days, digging up new ways to get ourselves
Frassed
Drink spills, cutting them big deals is what I'm working for
We can splash on a house, make it a centrepiece
We can try and save face, laugh with our enemies
No status or pay earns my respect you see
No more time for dead laughs or time here to appease
Looking back at this daze, you think we'll clock a thing?
I guess that we're all just stuck here trying to find
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Marsalis
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