Retreat to the Cubicle

I used to like it,

Sat around useless,

When nothing was my fault,

The world said grow up,

It made me throw up,

Locked in the bathroom stall,

No I'm not leaving,

You can't make me,

I had good reason to lock myself in,

Here where I'm immune,

Back in the womb,

Where all your messages get left on seen

 

By hook or by crook,

You're gonna string me up,

Guess that's just my luck,

You put the fun in no fun

 

And then the tiles formed into a mirror,

I saw myself in the bathroom floor,

I had a law degree a smiling family,

Early to bed and early to rise,

Makes every moment,

Worthwhile

 

By hook or by crook,

You're gonna string me up,

Guess that's just my luck,

You put the fun in no fun

 

Always waiting,

For an answer,

To come from above,

Little voices in the floorboards,

Make the whole thing work,

And it's dangerous to keep thinking,

Of what might happen,

And I'm waiting sitting wandering,

Till I come undone