Career Day

The Format

Today's been a career day
Futures made and fortunes lost
As I'm standing in the lobby
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 "It's 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 similie
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 try 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
Headed for failure from what we've been told
In with the outro and out with the old
With nothing to offer so nothing's 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
Rest assured we'll be together in the morning