I sit in a burgundy leather chair at work Hoping that I don't get fired. But I tried downloading an unauthorized program onto my computer And a pop-up with the word ******* Flashed across the screen when I went to check the baseball scores.
Maybe I will forsake this whole ******* life And run off into a hermitage Heaping ashes on myself, prostrated before a cheap wax statue. But on some level what I'm really doing Is avoiding responsibility.
I'm dreading the drive home, to be honest Because I know you will greet me with that fiery anger That paradoxically gives me an ******* But also breaks my heart.
Maybe I can just walk in the door ***** preemptively sealed in a yellowed Mason jar, And say,
"Just stay right where you are, Steve." "We don't want any trouble..."