Strapped into the dent of a desk

Sick of all the pressure invested in pretense

I shuffle out to the deck

Where all the smokers sound off

One witness sighs in distress

Her sour face reflected in metal

Pulling from a pocket

I up and ask

And as she passes that flask

A sour face for all the

Sorrow replaced with alcohol

Everybody's working for the weak

And only when I sleep

Can I feel stronger

I don't care what you think

Cause I won't wait here to much longer

The two of us at two fifteen

The two of us in love

With whiskey

Then in that moment we realize

Shivering in the cold

We've sold our souls

And don't even smoke

Everybodys working for the weak

And only when I dream can I feel stronger

I don't care what you think

Cause I won't wait here

Too much longer

Stop what you're doing now

What are you doing now

While everybody's working for the weak

You'll still be asleep

Knowing you got out

And don't care what they think

About those dreams you carry around

Everybody's working for the weak

I don't care what you think

Cause I won't wait here

Too much longer

longer

longer

longer....