I'm giving it up leaving it all to you
Been working so hard because that's what i want to do
It was a head-on charge petered out to news
It's all wound down on to something new
Because that's what you're supposed to do
Leaving your home what are you supposed to do
Maybe make some new friends have coffee and home by two
More projects than sense filling the docket with goo
What in the world happen to my cool blues
Because that's what you're supposed to do
Ignorance is bliss working is part of the day
Nothing in your hands; you'll surely waste away
Mind goes to shit the body is next--at bay
Quiet long hours when'll chase the demons away
Because that's what you're supposed to do