"Coming Of Age" lyrics
Another gloomy Monday shows its face
And the InstaPot coffee's lost its taste
And the six o'clock train's always running late
But if I stop now I know I'm never gonna make it
Back to the tragedy, laugh like a comedy
Rogaine society, dial-up lobotomy
Nine-to five-fantasize about the end of the day
Just to wake up and do it all again
I should have known better than to think that this could change
I should have seen the pattern, how disconnected I became
Climbing that corporate ladder
If you need somebody to take the blame
You can call me a quitter
But I'm calling it a coming of age
A-ok
I'll be ok
Ok ok
I'll be a-ok
Back to the rat race run in place
I just spin my wheel till my my next lunch break
And hope it gets better with a five cent raise
But I can't stop until I get paid
I don't know which is worse, the commute or the hearse
I don't think that it's worth it anymore
Sick of living for the paycheck
Blow it on the weekend
I'm giving up and loading up the briefcase
I should have known better than to think that this could change
I should have seen the pattern, how disconnected I became
Climbing that corporate ladder
If you need somebody to take the blame
You can call me a quitter
But I'm calling it a coming of age
A-ok
I'll be ok
Ok ok
I'll be a-ok
You don't know what you don't know
Until you notice nobody knows what they're doing
It's all just a long shot con to get what you want
You make the rules and you get to break them
You set the goal post
Write the score board
You get to choose when you get to go home
You walk the tightrope
You let the cliff go
You get to choose if you want to just go home
I should have known better than to think that this could change
I should have seen the pattern, how disconnected I became
Climbing that corporate ladder
If you need somebody to take the blame
You can call me a quitter
But I'm calling it a coming of age
You don't know what you don't know
Until you notice nobody knows what they're doing
It's all just a long shot con to get what you want
You make the rules and you get to break them
And the InstaPot coffee's lost its taste
And the six o'clock train's always running late
But if I stop now I know I'm never gonna make it
Back to the tragedy, laugh like a comedy
Rogaine society, dial-up lobotomy
Nine-to five-fantasize about the end of the day
Just to wake up and do it all again
I should have known better than to think that this could change
I should have seen the pattern, how disconnected I became
Climbing that corporate ladder
If you need somebody to take the blame
You can call me a quitter
But I'm calling it a coming of age
A-ok
I'll be ok
Ok ok
I'll be a-ok
Back to the rat race run in place
I just spin my wheel till my my next lunch break
And hope it gets better with a five cent raise
But I can't stop until I get paid
I don't know which is worse, the commute or the hearse
I don't think that it's worth it anymore
Sick of living for the paycheck
Blow it on the weekend
I'm giving up and loading up the briefcase
I should have known better than to think that this could change
I should have seen the pattern, how disconnected I became
Climbing that corporate ladder
If you need somebody to take the blame
You can call me a quitter
But I'm calling it a coming of age
A-ok
I'll be ok
Ok ok
I'll be a-ok
You don't know what you don't know
Until you notice nobody knows what they're doing
It's all just a long shot con to get what you want
You make the rules and you get to break them
You set the goal post
Write the score board
You get to choose when you get to go home
You walk the tightrope
You let the cliff go
You get to choose if you want to just go home
I should have known better than to think that this could change
I should have seen the pattern, how disconnected I became
Climbing that corporate ladder
If you need somebody to take the blame
You can call me a quitter
But I'm calling it a coming of age
You don't know what you don't know
Until you notice nobody knows what they're doing
It's all just a long shot con to get what you want
You make the rules and you get to break them
Writer(s): Austin Durry
