Hobson's Choice

When will I be fulfilled?
Do you even care that I'm building skills?
Clock's running out, tryout, strike-out
Not giving up, no, you want me to though

We all dream of the same things
But only a few of us have what takes
And if it's not us
What'll we do then?

Are we doomed to longing and slow-motion falling
Eternally dying but staying alive and
Watching the world from our picket fences
Working a job at our own expense is
This what you want you want us to do?
Sit down, let our dreams fall through?

And maybe I don't have a broadway voice
And maybe finance isn't what he enjoys
But isn't there more than Hobson's choice

Beyond boredom and white noise, imposters with fake poise
Always complying while drying our eyes and
Watching the world from our picket fences
Working a job at our own expense is
This what you want you want us to do?
Sit down, let our dreams fall through?



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Black
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