I said to her
You know, you scare me
That in all seriousness
You may be that one girl whom pushes the one button no one has ever thought to look for
I'm not quite sure though
I mean the boss is around but no one thinks the possibility of saying
Hey what the hell does this button do.
Will anything happen at all
Will alarms go off, horns blaring
Arms tucked at our side running like hell
I mean if anything was to happen we could always blame it on the guy standing next to us
All in good fun,
I suppose persistence isn't the argument
A civil unrest that leads into the most random conversations
Appearing in the most oddest of places doing nothing
Riding the clock amazed at why we've never thought to do this before
The complacent thought
Not troubled by the thrill
a moth flies dangerously close to the flame
A constant change
The flame.
Existing in the real world
The trouble of time
To be honest life without you is simply boring
Wheres the thrill in anything
That chance in getting caught doing the one thing you truly want to do
The one track mind of micromanagement
The constant nag and ********
The leisure of it all
Without the need to look over our shoulder
Except sneaking over to the back office no one ever goes to
This is life with you
This is life without you as well
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
I said to her
You know, you scare me
That in all seriousness
You may be that one girl whom pushes the one button no one has ever thought to look for
I'm not quite sure though
I mean the boss is around but no one thinks the possibility of saying
Hey what the hell does this button do.
Will anything happen at all
Will alarms go off, horns blaring
Arms tucked at our side running like hell
I mean if anything was to happen we could always blame it on the guy standing next to us
All in good fun,
I suppose persistence isn't the argument
A civil unrest that leads into the most random conversations
Appearing in the most oddest of places doing nothing
Riding the clock amazed at why we've never thought to do this before
The complacent thought
Not troubled by the thrill
a moth flies dangerously close to the flame
A constant change
The flame.
Existing in the real world
The trouble of time
To be honest life without you is simply boring
Wheres the thrill in anything
That chance in getting caught doing the one thing you truly want to do
The one track mind of micromanagement
The constant nag and ********
The leisure of it all
Without the need to look over our shoulder
Except sneaking over to the back office no one ever goes to
This is life with you
This is life without you as well
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