Career Day - The Format

Today's been a career day
Futures made and fortunes lost
As I'm standing in the lobby
I'm waiting for the elevator to take me away
Up to nine or ten  maybe eleven
The sound of sirens fading as she whispers in my ear she's saying
Its too late to wish success so get undressed and
Please just come to bed

Cause I'm the last real thing you've got

You're cursed by all ambitious thoughts

Is that all you've got as for you
You spin a story like a spider spins a web

See that's a metaphor  no wait  a simile
I'm still learning but I think I'm getting better
Oh if I'm not tortured how are you ever going to relate

I've been condemned by those I love

Wishing me the worst as I'm trying my best

But she's the last real thing I've got

I'm cursed by all ambitious thoughts

Is that all you've got

Love close your eyes and cover  cover your ears

For the end is near but the beginning is here

In with the outro and out with the old

In with the outro and out with the old

In with the outro and out with the old
I'm gonna tie all the loose ends i once pulled

In with the outro and out with the old

Preparing for failure  from what we've been told

In with the outro and out with the old
With nothing to offer  so nothings been sold

In with the outro and out with the old
Forgive me and give me
One more chance to fold

In with the outro and out with the old
There's nothing to lose when there's nothing to hold

We'll be together in the morning