Come clean you can't keep
The truth from me
You look so miserable
The eyes that provide you with
Sight can retell the story

Come close I almost
Have seen the end
Is it your destiny
To sit in front of a
Desk making phone calls or
Repeat the motions in
Front of assembly lines?
I can't foresee myself
Wasting the rest of my life

Come clean you can't
Keep the truth from me
You look so god damn
Miserable you see
The eyes that provide you with sight tells what's there
You don't have switch happiness for despair