Blue Job
Heart at the bottom
nearing my knees
Yearning for freedom
and corresponding peace
Tight chested, Light headed
My spirit's far away
Not feeling high or low
colors turn to gray
Let me out of here
but keep the money coming
Your wish is my command
my wishes still in pending
My true desire's incohesive,
distorted by the strife
Which leads me to a question
is this what you call life?
I keep on giving
they ask for more
I'm tired and I'm fearful
Feelin' like a whore
Overworked and fairly paid
Cash compensates for stress
Please take away the tension
I'll gladly work for less.