Young Professional
So we part again, my friend
You've gone and left me at a bitter end
Where'd my heart go? Where is my drive?
They must have left and found a better guy
I was never really good at math
My mind has always found a different path
It's hard to swallow, but clear as day
I better look into my eyes and say
Slowly
I don't want to be
A young professional
But my body's gotta eat
I don't want to die
Looking up and yelling to the heavens why
My life seems incomplete
I always see them in their modern cars
Sipping drinks at the expensive bars
Telling jokes that I don't understand
Living through a life completely planned
Driving home so they can watch a show
About a life that they will never know
Inside a house for which they probably owe
Half of their life and a mountain of dough
Slowly
I don't want to be
A young professional
But my body's gotta eat
I don't want to die
Hanging by a rope made out of ties
But life is rarely sweet
I don't ever wanna live alone
Working for someone I'll never know
But I'm certain that I'll never show
A bit of promise, hope for anything anything else
Writer/s: Dylan Fellows
